On a mount a cottage stands

On a mount a cottage stands
Half way down the sunny side,
And a little vale commands
Where the glassy waters glide.
There ascends a curtain’d hill,
From the stormy north it shields;
At its foot a church and mill,
Clustering hedgerows, narrow fields.

Pleasant, pleasant is the scene
When the spring and summer shine,
Yet within that cot, I ween,
Dwells a fairer love of mine.
Her sweet smile a spirit pours
Which, when blooming seasons fail,
Lovelier makes than summer bowers
Winter’s grey and naked vale.