Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79.

Westmoreland

Lake-Land

By James Payn (1830–1898)

ALL our haunts have graceful titles.

Silver-sounding Windermere,

With its Brathay and its Rothay,

Falls like music soft and clear;

Out from under noble Kirkstone,

All adown the mountain-side,

Like a swift yet gentle motion,

’Lights the white-walled Ambleside;

Freshly wave the woods of Rydal,

Our Grasmere may all men know

For a haunt of peace and pleasure

Whose eyes have ne’er seen Silver How,

Sought the happy glen of Easedale,

Or Seat-Sandal’s height explored,

Or looked upon our own Helvellyn

Over all things mountain-lord;

Glaramara, home of thunder,

Little Langdale fair to see,

Heights of awe or scenes of beauty

Seem to tell us what they be;

Whether Dungeon Ghyll the gloomy

Or the lofty lone Red Tarn,

Or Troutbeck vale or Elterwater,

These can beckon, those can warn:

Save one nursling, no true daughter,

Wrynose, set amidst the south,

A hideous child that was deserted

By its mother Cockermouth.