Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79.
Brough Bells
By Robert Southey (17741843)John Brunskill sate to see
His herds in yonder Borrodale
Come winding up the lea.
In the evening light serene,
Brough’s silent tower, then newly built
By Blenkinsop, was seen.
With loitering pace at will;
At times a low from them was heard,
Far off, for all was still.
Upon the tranquil air:
The only sound it was which then
Awoke the echoes there.
Neighbor,’ quoth Brunskill then:
‘How loudly to the hills he crunes,
That crune to him again!
Their voices should combine,
Were they at Brough, that we might not
Hear plainly from this upland spot
That cruning of the kine?’
His comrade, ‘which, I ween,
Might at the Spital well be heard,
And in all dales between.
The eastern wind upon its wings
The mighty voice would bear;
And Appleby would hear the sound,
Methinks, when skies are fair.’
‘From yon dumb steeple crune;
And thou and I, on this hillside,
Will listen to their tune.
For many an age ring on,
John Brunskill will remembered be,
When he is dead and gone,—
Contented with enough,
Gave freely what he well could spare
To buy the Bells of Brough.’
Since then have passed away,
And Brunskill’s is a living name
Among us to this day.”
From this time forth partake,
When I remember Helbeck woods,
For old John Brunskill’s sake.
Among these wild, wide fells
And upland vales, to catch, at times,
The sound of Christian bells;—
Their cadence might convey
To herdsman or to shepherd-boy,
Whiling in indolent employ
The solitary day;—
To meet for social prayer,
He too, admonished by the call,
In spirit might be there;
Upon the winds of heaven,
Was sent to speak a nation’s joy,
For some great blessing given,—
And happy peace at length;
Peace by his country’s valor won,
And stablished by her strength;—
Upon the mountain air,
The sound should stir his blood, and give
An English impulse there.”
When he that eve looked down
From Stanemore’s side on Borrodale,
And on the distant town.
Another herd of kine,
John Brunskill, I would freely give,
That they might crune with thine.