Judith Lomax’s Poem
Written immediately on my return home from the South West Mountains, and addressed to Miss R……h
The Mountain tops no more appear
All glitt’ring to mine eyes;
For me no more they mark the year,
Rich in Autumnal dyes.
Mountains and Vales that charm’d my view,
These I have left behind;
But more than these! I’ve bid adieu,
To Friends most dear and kind.
Ah! sure, while Mem’ry holds her reign,
These Friends shall treasured be;
And oft my thoughts shall from the Plain,
Unto the Mountains flee.
Remembrance o’er the past shall stray,
To charm the Mental sight;
And Ellen sweet, I’ll then pourtray,
Like early Morning bright.
E’en now, methinks I see her bound,
My Evening walk to greet;
With me to mark the prospect round,
And hold communion sweet.
But would this Mountain Nymph once deign,
Our lowland shades to rove,
Perchance she’d find the Humble Plain
At least the seat of Love.