Wilson Armistead,
Tales and Legends of the English Lakes
“ Some to the mountain's haughty brow emerge, Others pursue the plain—the wood—the dell, Appointing where to meet, their fortune dear, to tell. And now, O Lady! Empress of the day, My pensive pen pursues thee on thy way! Amidst the heat and fury of the chace, When the fleet horsemen scarce the eye could trace. A road succinct Edwina meant to take, And push'd her steed across an ancient brake; But in the thicket tangled and dismayed, And of the thorny solitude afraid, Again she turn'd her horse—ah! turn'd in vain, She miss'd the op'ning to the neighb'ring plain. ”
