There is an Eminence,--of these our hills br The last that parleys with the setting sun; br We can behold it from our orchard-seat; br And, when at evening we pursue out walk br Along the public way, this Peak, so high br Above us, and so distant in its height, br Is visible; and often seems to send br Its own deep quiet to restore our hearts. br The meteors make of it a favourite haunt: br The star of Jove, so beautiful and large br In the mid heavens, is never half so fair br As when he shines above it. 'Tis in truth br The loneliest place we have among the clouds. br And She who dwells with me, whom I have loved br With such communion, that no place on earth br Can ever be a solitude to me, br Hath to this lonely Summit given my Name.