Heath

O ancient forlorn lonesome heath! O thou that saddest jewel sells! O Hardy's favorite rustic god ! In heart of world Thy phantom dwells I can see in thine ancient heart Where Tess her Sorrow for thee brought O tell me Nature's lofty Dell Had thou for him a cradle brought I pined to see one in this world The luckiest one the Earth begot But what I saw in glooms of woods The tearful page of book of lot I fear thee ancient eye of Earth I fear the hearts that with thee burn I fear the fate of beauteous lass! I fear who on time not return O that the story of her love Thy hand could write on Grecian urn Thy herbs and shrubs, O nature's pub With trees all sing a hymn Divine All stars and moon on sky that dwell They in thy lakes and rivulets shine Here sings the cuckoo in such Glee As he hath drunk the Bacchus wine Oh Williams comrade, Coleridge friend,! To dwell in thy heart I'll pine All wished to breath in thy fresh breeze That filled with scent of Eden blooms They whisper by the banks of lake They dance in greeny grassy glooms Thy withering sedge, O knight at arms And Hamlet's lass that picks the flowers I see in thy heart luckless babe The Theban king till final hours O heath, Thou hand of callous fate O vale of death o teary tale I see the angels on thy sky I see the people who their wail O nature's eye, Thou nature's myth A thousand stories thou unfold Of saints Of hermits who love Him And sing His hymns in heat, in cold For birds that chirp, For wind that sings Thou art a sacred temp of God Thou dipped in magic hues of dusk Thou beauteous art of Eden's Lord Sabahat Batool