Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
>> Tuesday, October 12, 2010 –
autumn
Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them --
The summer flowers depart --
Sit still -- as all transform'd to stone,
Except your musing heart.
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them --
The summer flowers depart --
Sit still -- as all transform'd to stone,
Except your musing heart.
Hear not the wind -- view not the woods;
Look out o'er vale and hill-
In spring, the sky encircled them --
The sky is round them still.
Come autumn's scathe -- come winter's cold --
Come change -- and human fate!
Whatever prospect Heaven doth bound,
Can ne'er be desolate.
In spring, the sky encircled them --
The sky is round them still.
Come autumn's scathe -- come winter's cold --
Come change -- and human fate!
Whatever prospect Heaven doth bound,
Can ne'er be desolate.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
We capped off our Columbus Day Weekend with a picnic up a local mountain.
Glorious.
Wow...look at that view! How beautiful! I love the poem to.
wondrous!
I'm thinking our girls are very much alike, lol. Whenever we head out into nature, they always take their nature drawing or writing books, too, and Emily takes her harmonica so we can have some pretty music. :)
The view from where you were is gorgeous!
Oooo, what a perfect holiday! --My kind exactly. Love the E.B.Browning poem (it may become copywork for my kids this week :-)
So beautiful, and I love that the violin came along!