Dream of the West! the moor was wild
Its glens the blue Guadima ploughed
An August sunset rich & mild
Over the heath in amber glowed

Dream of the West! two thousand miles
Between me and the Gambia spread
Land of the sun! transcendant smiles
Like thine, his orb departing shed

Birth-place of gods! thy forests proud
Hung in the air their sea-green piles
Eden of earth!, the sunset cloud
Pourtrayed thee, in its golden isles

Now what shall tell the scene the sound
I wrought from eye's voluptuous gale
Singing of bright & hallowed ground
Where wild wood moans from wilder ground

Linked with the name of every land
Some thought will rise, some scene unfold
The bending wood, the barren sand
The Lake, the hill, the dreary wold

Speak of the North a lonely moor
Silent & dark & trackless swells
The waves of some wild streamlet pour
Hurriedly through its ferny dells

Profoundly still, the twilight air
Lifeless the landscape, so we deem
Till like a phantom gliding near
A stag bends down to drink the stream

And far away a mountain zone
A cold, white waste of snow-drifts lies
And one star large, & soft & lone
Silently lights th' unclouded skies

Speak of the South—a sun-bright sea
Washes a land of vines & flowers
Where lowly huts lie pleasantly
In the green arms of guardian bowers.