| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | II. The Lake in Storm | | By Professor John Wilson (1785–1854) |
| | | THERE 1 is a lake hid far among the hills, | |
| That raves around the throne of solitude, | |
| Not fed by gentle streams, or playful rills, | |
| But headlong cataract and rushing flood: | |
| There gleam no lovely hues of hanging wood, | 5 |
| No spot of sunshine lights her sullen side; | |
| For horror shaped the wild in wrathful mood, | |
| And o’er the tempest heaved the mountain’s pride. | |
| If thou art one, in dark presumption blind, | |
| Who vainly deem’st no spirit like to thine, | 10 |
| That lofty genius deifies thy mind, | |
| Fall prostrate here at Nature’s stormy shrine, | |
| And, as the thunderous scene disturbs thy heart, | |
| Lift thy changed eye, and own how low thou art. | |
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