HERE I d come when weariest!
Here the breast
Of the Windbergs tufted over
Deep with bracken; here his crest
Takes the west,
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover.
Silent here are lark and plover;
In the cover
Deep below, the cushat best
Loves his mate, and croons above
Oer their nest,
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover.
Bring me here, Lifes tired-out guest,
To the blest
Bed that waits the weary rover,
Here should failure be confest;
Ends my quest,
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover!
ENVOY
Friend, or stranger kind, or lover,
Ah, fulfil a last behest,
Let me rest
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover!
