The River Gwash
Where winding Gwash whirls round its wildest scene,
On this romantic bend I sit me down;
On that side view the meadow’s smoothing green,
Edg'd with the peeping hamlet’s chequering brown;
Here the steep bank, as dropping headlong down;
While glides the stream a silver streak between,
As glides the shaded clouds along the sky,
Bright’ning & deep'ning losing as they're seen,
In light and shade: to where old willows lean;
Thus their broad shadow runs the river by,
With tree and bush replete a wilder’d scene,
And moss and ivy speckling on my eye.
Oh, thus while musing wild, I’m doubly blest,
My woes unheeding, and my heart at rest.
John Clare (1793 - 1864)