And patient of the flow-pac'd fwain's delay.
He from the stack carves out th' accustom❜d load, Deep-plunging, and again deep plunging oft
His broad keen knife into the folid mass;
Smooth as a wall the upright remnant stands, With fuch undeviating and even force
He fevers it away: no needless caré Left storms should overfet the leaning pile Deciduous, or its own unbalanc'd weight. Forth goes the woodman, leaving unconcern'd The cheerful haunts of man, to wield the axe And drive the wedge in yonder forest drear, From morn to eve his solitary task. Shaggy, and lean, and fhrewd, with pointed ears And tail cropp'd short, half lurcher and half cur, His dog attends him. Close behind his heel Now creeps he flow; and now with many à frisk Wide-scamp'ring, fnatches up the drifted fnow With iv'ry teeth, or ploughs it with his fnout; Then shakes his powder'd coat, and barks for joy.
Heedlefs of all his pranks, the sturdy churl
Moves right toward the mark; nor ftops for aught, But, now and then, with preffure of his thumb
T' adjust the fragrant charge of a fhort tube That fumes beneath his nofe: the trailing cloud Streams far behind him, fcenting all the air.
Now from the rooft, or from the neighb'ring pale, Where, diligent to catch the firft faint gleam Of smiling day, they goffip'd fide by fide, Come trooping at the housewife's well-known call The feather'd tribes domeftic. Half on wing, And half on foot, they brush the fleecy flood, Conscious, and fearful of too deep a plunge. The fparrows peep, and quit the fhelt'ring eaves To feize the fair occafion. Well they eye The scatter'd grain, and thievishly refolv'd T'efcape th' impending famine, often scar'd As oft return, a pert voracious kind. Clean riddance quickly made, one only care Remains to each, the fearch of funny nook,
Or fhed impervious to the blaft. Refign'd To fad neceffity, the cock foregoes
His wonted strut, and wading at their head With well-confider'd steps, feems to refent His alter'd gait and stateliness retrench'd. How find the myriads, that in fummer cheer The hills and vallies with their ceafelefs fongs, Due fuftenance, or where fubfift they now?
Earth yields them nought: th' imprifon'd worm is fafe
Beneath the frozen clod; all feeds of herbs
Lie cover'd clofe, and berry-bearing thorns
That feed the thrush (whatever some suppose) Afford the smaller minstrels no fupply.
The long protracted rigor of the year
Thins all their num'rous flocks. In chinks and holes
Ten thoufand feek an unmolefted end,
As instinct prompts; felf buried ere they die.
The very rooks and daws forfake the fields, Where neither grub nor root nor earth-nut now Repays their labor more; and perch'd aloft
By the way-fide, or stalking in the path,
Lean penfioners upon the trav'llers track,
Pick up their naufeous dole, though fweet to them, Of voided pulfe or half-digefted grain.
The streams are loft amid the fplendid blank, O'erwhelming all diftinction. On the flood,
. Indurated and fixt, the fnowy weight
Lies undiffolv'd; while filently beneath, And unperceiv'd, the current fteals away. Not fo, where fcornful of a check it leaps The mill-dam, dashes on the restless wheel, And wantons in the pebbly guiph below: No froft can bind it there; its utmost force Can but arreft the light and finokey mist That in its fall the liquid sheet throws wide. And fee where it has hung th' embroider'd banks With forms fo various, that no pow'rs of art, The pencil or the pen, may trace the scene! Here glitt'ring turrets rife, upbearing high (Fantastic mifarrangement!) on the roof
Large growth of what may seem the sparkling trees And shrubs of fairy land. The crystal drops'
That trickle down the branches, fast congeal'd, Shoot into pillars of pellucid length,
And prop the pile they but adorn'd before.
within grotto fafe defies
The fun-beam: there imbofs'd and fretted wild,
The growing wonder takes a thousand shapes Capricious, in which fancy feeks in vain
The likeness of some object feen before. Thus nature works as if to mock at art, And in defiance of her rival pow'rs; By these fortuitous and random strokes Performing fuch inimitable feats,
As fhe with all her rules can never reach.
Lefs worthy of applause, though more admir'd,
Because a novelty, the work of
Imperial mistress of the fur-clad Rufs! Thy moft magnificent and mighty freak, The wonder of the North. No foreft fell
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