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    Brockley Coomb

    by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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    Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb, May 1795

    With many a pause and oft reverted eye
    I climb the Coomb's ascent: sweet songsters near
    Warble in shade their wild-wood melody:
    Far off the unvarying Cuckoo soothes my ear.
    Up scour the startling stragglers of the flock
    That on green plots o'er precipices browse:
    From the deep fissures of the naked rock
    The Yew-tree bursts! Beneath its dark green boughs
    ('Mid which the May-thorn blends its blossoms white)
    Where broad smooth stones jut out in mossy seats,
    I rest: -and now have gained the topmost site.
    Ah! what a luxury of landscape meets
    My gaze! Proud towers, and Cots more dear to me,
    Elm-shadowed Fields, and prospect-bounding Sea.
    Deep sighs my lonely heart: I drop the tear:
    Enchanting spot! O were my Sara here.
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