The Yew Trees

In Borrowdale, where yew trees grow,
So ancient and so grand,
I sat me down, and watched the flow
Of waters near at hand.

The mountain flood, with murmuring sound,
Did issue from the caves,
And all the scene that spread around,
Was one of nature's waves.

And in that place, I felt a peace,
That words cannot impart,
A holy calm, that did release
My soul, and fill my heart.