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Borrowdale

{Karen}


Derwentwater, enveiled in spectral mist

Upon whose shores young lovers kissed.

Watendlath, perched high above the lakes

In quiet contentment morning waits...

The beauty of the Lodore Falls

Rich pastureland and drystonewalls.

Through the Jaws of Borrowdale down road, down path

The mountains tower serene and vast.

The heart grew light within my breast

Was, ever, one in Life so blessed...

To contemplate this glorious scene

Could I, have once, in Heaven been.

All sovereign, with its power to change

Sunlight shone on leaf, and page.

The sweetness of your vernal breath

A constant presence till my death...




Robert Carson