| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | To the River Lodon | | By Thomas Warton (1728–1790) |
| | | AH! what a weary race my feet have run, | |
| Since first I trod thy banks with alders crown’d, | |
| And thought my way was all through fairy ground, | |
| Beneath thy azure sky, and golden sun: | |
| Where first my Muse to lisp her notes begun! | 5 |
| While pensive Memory traces back the round, | |
| Which fills the varied interval between; | |
| Much pleasure, more of sorrow, marks the scene. | |
| Sweet native stream! those skies and suns so pure | |
| No more return, to cheer my evening road! | 10 |
| Yet still one, joy remains: that nor obscure, | |
| Nor useless, all my vacant days have flow’d, | |
| From youth’s gay dawn to manhood’s prime mature; | |
| Nor with the Muse’s laurel unbestow’d. | | | | |
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