On lofty hills I stand, with breath held fast,
And drink the cool, refreshing air of morn;
While from afar, the mighty billows cast,
Their sparkling spray upon the ocean worn.

O Nature’s beauty, in thee do I dwell,
Thy wild, untamed spirit fills my weary soul;
In every sigh, in every whisper, tell
Of love eternal, under heaven’s stroll.

• Charlotte Smith