There is an Eminence

There is an Eminence,—of these our hillsThe last that parleys with the setting sun.We can behold it from our Orchard-seat;And, when at evening we pursue our walkAlong the public way, this Cliff, so highAbove us, and so distant in its height,Is visible; and often seems to sendIts own deep quiet to restore our hearts.The meteors make of it a favourite haunt:The star of Jove, so beautiful and largeIn the mid heavens, is never half so fairAs when he shines above it. 'Tis in truthThe loneliest place we have among the clouds.And She who dwells with me, whom 1 have lovedWith such communion, that no place on earthCan ever be a solitude to me,Hath to this lonely summit given my Name.