MEMORIALS OF A TOUR ON THE CONTINENT
I set out in company with my Wife and Sister, and Mr. and Mrs.
Monkhouse, then just married, and Miss Horrocks. These two ladies,
sisters, we left at Berne, while Mr. Monkhouse took the
opportunity of making an excursion with us among the Alps as far
as Milan. Mr. H. C. Robinson joined us at Lucerne, and when this
ramble was completed we rejoined at Geneva the two ladies we had
left at Berne and proceeded to Paris, where Mr. Monkhouse and H.
C. R. left us, and where we spent five weeks, of which there is
not a record in these poems.
(SENT WITH THESE POEMS, IN MS., TO ----)
DEAR Fellow-travellers! think not that the Muse,
To You presenting these memorial Lays,
Can hope the general eye thereon would gaze,
As on a mirror that gives back the hues
Of living Nature; no--though free to choose
The greenest bowers, the most inviting ways,
The fairest landscapes and the brightest days--
Her skill she tried with less ambitious views.
For You she wrought: Ye only can supply
The life, the truth, the beauty: she confides
In that enjoyment which with You abides,
Trusts to your love and vivid memory;
Thus far contented, that for You her verse
Shall lack not power the "meeting soul to pierce!"
RYDAL MOUNT, Nov. 1821.