Fragment Of A Sonnet. Farewell To North Devon.

"There is a warm and gentle atmosphere     About the form of one we love, and thus     As in a tender mist our spirits are     Wrapped in the .."

"1.     The death-bell beats! -     The mountain repeats     The echoing sound of the knell;     And the dark Monk now     Wraps the cowl roun"

"Pan loved his neighbour Echo - but that child     Of Earth and Air pined for the Satyr leaping;     The Satyr loved with wasting madness wild"

"Thy look of love has power to calm     The stormiest passion of my soul;     Thy gentle words are drops of balm     In life's too bitter bowl;"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"