description of skiddaw &
 lake derwent

Skiddaw upon thy heights thesun shines bright
but only for a moment thengives place
Unto a playful cloud which onthy brow
Sports wantonly then floatsaway in air
throwing its shadow on thy

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towering height
And darkens for a momentthy green side
But adds unto its beauty as itmakes
the sun more bright when itagain appears
Now hear my boyish moral
Then in the morning on thy

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brow those clouds
Rest, as upon a couch and givefair voi

scope

For fancys play. And airy fortresses a
 and towers battlements andall appear. b
 chasing the other off and intheir turn
 are chased by the others. c But

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enough
 Ive treated of the clouds. d nowskiddaw come e
noble and grand and beutiousclothed with green
and yet but scantily and insome parts
a bare terrific cliff precipitous
descends with only here &

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there a root

a straggler. there as tho grow with stonefor earth

straggling as it push its branchesfrom the cliff

f
and bare and scraggy as befit the cliff g

Sciddaw majestic skiddaw

giant natures

work
lower

For less

h than alps or andes pyrenees
are all much higher 1 but those

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those giant works of art 2 withthee compared
sink into nothing, all thatart can do
is nothing beside thee Thetouch of man
raised pigmy mountains butgigantic tombs
the touch of nature raised

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the mountains

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brow
But made no tombs at all save wherethe snow
the fleecy locks of winter falls around
and forms a to white tomb fora

the

careless swain i

 Who wanders far from home andmeets his death
amidst the cold of winter but

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no more on
on this sad subject on thishappy day j k

Now derwent water come a lookingglass
wherein reflected are the mountainsheights
A stragller pushes forth itsbranches stiff
all m

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as in a mirror framed in rocksand woods
upon whose polished surface
so upon thee there isa seeming mount
 a seeming tree aseeming rivulet n
which falls and yet does

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not fall pon on

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thee
all upon thee are paintedby a hand
which not a critic can well criticise
but to disturb thee oft bluff eolus
Descends upon the mountains with hisbreath
thy polished surface is a boy at play

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 who labours at the snow tomake a man

And when heʼs made it knocks itdown again o
So when thouʼst made a picturethou dost play
At tearing it to pieces trees dofirst
Tremble as if a monstrous heart of

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oak
Were but an aspen leaf and thenas if
it were a cobweb in the tempestsblow
Thus like penelope thou weavst aloom web
and then thou dost undo it thourtlike her
because thourt fair and oft

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deceiving too 3
first seeming to be calm thenturning rough
and now penelope an all good bye
my muse I need no farther use of thee
and thus deceiving as penelope p

sweet derwent on thy winding

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shore
besides they mountain forestshoar
there would I like to wanderstill
and drink from out the ripplingrill
Which from thy highest

head

mountaindoth falls q
And mingles with the

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eagles call
While on helvellyn thunderroars
reechoed from old r derwentsshores
and where the lightningflashes still
reflected in the mountainrill