‘The Meeting of the Waters’
John Barrell, 27 July 2017
“... the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green; ’Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh! no – it was something more exquisite still. ’Twas that friends, the belov’d of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected in looks that ... ”