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ADDRESS TO A WILD DEER.
MAGNIFICENT Creature ! so stately and bright!
Or borne like a whirlwind down on the vale ? -Hail! King of the wild and the beautiful !
hail ! Hail! Idol divine ! whom Nature hath borne O’er a hundred hill-tops since the mists of the
morn, Whom the pilgrim lone wandering on mountain
As the vision glides by him, may blameless adore ; For the joy of the happy, the strength of the free, Are spread in a garment of glory o'er thee.
Up! up to yon cliff! like a king to his throne !
Though your branches now toss in the storm of
delight, Like the arms of the pine on your shelterless
height. One moment—thou bright Apparition !-delay ! Then melt o'er the crags, like the sun from the day.
Aloft on the weather-gleam, scorning the earth,
well, While his horns in a crescent of radiance shone, Like a flag burning bright when the vessel is gone.
The ship of the desert hath pass’d on the wind,
What lonely magnificence stretches around !
Here the glory of nature hath nothing to fearAy! Time the destroyer in power hath been
here; And the forest that hung on yon mountain so
high, Like a black thunder-cloud on the arch of the sky, Hath gone, like that cloud, when the tempest
came by. Deep sunk in the black moor, all worn and de
cayd, Where the floods have been raging the limbs are
display'd Of the Pine-tree and Oak sleeping vast in the
gloom, The kings of the forest disturb'd in their tomb.
E'en now, in the pomp of their prime, I behold
-Down the pass of Glen-Etive the tempest is
borne, And the hill-side is swinging, and roars with a
sound In the heart of the forest embosom'd profound. Till all in a moment the tumult is o'er, And the mountain of thunder is still as the shore When the sea is at ebb; not a leaf nor a breath To disturb the wild solitude, steadfast as death.
From his eyrie the eagle hath soar'd with a scream, And I wake on the edge of the cliff from my dream; -Where now is the light of thy far-beaming
brow? Fleet son of the wilderness! where art thou
now? --Again o'er yon crag thou return'st to my sight, Like the horns of the moon from a cloud of the
night! Serene on thy travel-as soul in a dreamThou needest no bridge o'er the rush of the stream. With thy presence the pine-grove is fill'd, as with
light, And the caves, as thou passest, one moment are
bright. Through the arch of the rainbow that lies on the
rock ’Mid the mist stealing up from the cataract's
shock, Thou fling'st thy bold beauty, exulting and free, O'er a pit of grim blackness, that roars like the
His voyage is o'er !--As if struck by a spell
Fit couch of repose for a pilgrim like thee ! Magnificent prison enclosing the free !
With rock-wall encircled, with precipice crown'dWhich, awoke by the sun, thou can'st clear at a
bound. 'Mid the fern and the heather kind Nature doth
keep One bright spot of green for her favourite's sleep ; And close to that covert, as clear as the skies When their blue depths are cloudless, a little lake
lies, Where the creature at rest can his image behold Looking up through the radiance, as bright and as
bold ! How lonesome ! how wild ! yet the wildness is rife With the stir of enjoyment—the spirit of life. The glad fish leaps up in the heart of the lake, Whose depths, at the sullen plunge, sullenly
quake ! Elate on the fern-branch the grasshopper sings, And away in the midst of his roundelay springs ; 'Mid the flowers of the heath, not more bright than
himself, The wild-bee is busy, a musical elfThen starts from his labour, unwearied and gay, And, circling the antlers, booms far far away. While high up the mountains, in silence remote, The cuckoo unseen is repeating his note, And mellowing echo, on watch in the skies, Like a voice from some loftier climate replies. With wide-branching antlers a guard to his breast, There lies the wild Creature, even stately in rest ! 'Mid the grandeur of nature, composed and serene, And proud in his heart of the mountainous scene, He lifts his calm eye to the eagle and raven, At noon sinking down on smooth wings to their