Duddon Sonnets

"After all I have said of the pastoral stream,
The Duddon, which flows through the vale,
I cannot but think it a beautiful dream,
And now I will tell you the tale."

Not of the Duddon only, but much more,
Of every stream and rill,
That flows through forest, field, or shore,
Or runs down any hill.

For in each stream, and in each rill,
A voice I hear,
That whispers to my soul.
And makes my spirit clear.