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POEMS ON THE NAMING OF PLACES.
By persons resident in the country and attached to rural objects, many places will be found unnamed or of unknown names, where little incidents must have occurred, or feelings been experienced, which will have given to such places a private and peculiar interest. From a wish to give some sort of record to such incidents, and renew the gratification of such feelings, names have been given to places by the Author and some of his friends, and the following Poems written in consequence.
It was an April morning : fresh and clear
Them and their object : but, meanwhile, prevailed
growth Or like some natural produce of the air, That could not cease to be. Green leaves were
But ’t was the foliage of the rocks, — the birch, The yew,
the bolly, and the bright green thorn, With hanging islands of resplendent furze: And on a summit, distant a short space, By any who should look beyond the dell, A single mountain-cottage might be seen. I gazed and gazed, and to myself I said, “Our thoughts at least are ours; and this wild
My EMMA, I will dedicate to thee.”
Soon did the spot become my other home, My dwelling, and my out-of-doors abode. And, of the Shepherds who have seen me there, To whom I sometimes in our idle talk Have told this fancy, two or three, perhaps, Years after we are gone and in our graves, When they have cause to speak of this wild place, May call it by the name of Emma's DeLL.
Amid the smoke of cities did you pass