“AERIAL ROCK–WHOSE SOLITARY BROW”
AERIAL Rock–whose solitary brow From this low threshold daily meets my sight; When I step forth to hail the morning light; Or quit the stars with a lingering farewell–how Shall Fancy pay to thee a grateful vow? How, with the Muse’s aid, her love attest? –By planting on thy naked head the crest Of an imperial Castle, which the plough Of ruin shall not touch. Innocent scheme! That doth presume no more than to supply 10 A grace the sinuous vale and roaring stream Want, through neglect of hoar Antiquity. Rise, then, ye votive Towers! and catch a gleam Of golden sunset, ere it fade and die. 1819.