A drooping daisy changed into a cup In which her bright-eyed beauty is shut up. Within these groves, where still are flitting by 50 Shades of the Past, oft noticed with a sigh, Shall stand a votive Tablet,[684] haply free, When towers and temples fall, to speak of Thee! If sculptured emblems of our mortal doom Recal not there the wisdom of the Tomb, 55 Green ivy risen from out the cheerful earth, Will[685] fringe the lettered stone; and herbs spring forth, Whose fragrance, by soft dews and rain unbound, Shall penetrate the heart without a wound; While truth and love their purposes fulfil, 60 Commemorating genius, talent, skill, That could not lie concealed where Thou wert known; Thy virtues _He_ must judge, and He alone, The God upon whose mercy they are thrown. FOOTNOTES: [676] Sir George Beaumont died on 7th February 1827.--ED. [677] 1837. upon which, 1835. [678] See the Fenwick note to the next poem.--ED. [679] 1837. ... and rhyme 1835. [680] 1837. Those fine accomplishments 1835. [681] Sir George Beaumont used frequently to read Shakspeare aloud to his household and friends at Coleorton.--ED. [682] 1837. ... Shakespeare's scene-- Rebuke us not!-- 1835. [683] See, in Constable's "England's Helicon," Dametus' song to his Diaphenia, stanza 2-- Diaphenia like the spreading roses That in thy sweets all sweet encloses. Also in Fairfax's translation of Tasso's _Godfrey of Bullogne; or the_ _Recovery of Jerusalem_, book ii. stanza 18-- A veil obscured the sunshine of her eyes, The rose within herself her sweetness closed.--ED. [684] This "votive Tablet" may still be seen, with its "green ivy," "fringing the lettered stone." Compare the Sonnet _To the Author's Portrait_, p. 318.--ED. [685] 1827. Shall ... 1835. "CHATSWORTH! THY STATELY MANSION, AND THE PRIDE" Composed 1830.--Published 1835. [I have reason to remember the day that gave rise to this Sonnet, the 6th of November, 1830. Having undertaken, a great feat for me, to ride my daughter's pony from Westmoreland to Cambridge, that she might have the use of it while on a visit to her uncle at Trinity Lodge, on my way from Bakewell to Matlock I turned aside to Chatsworth, and had scarcely gratified my curiosity by the sight of that celebrated place before there came on a severe storm of wind and rain which continued till I reached Derby, both man and pony in a pitiable plight. For myself, I went to bed at noon-day. In the course of that journey I had to encounter a storm worse if possible, in which the pony could (or would) only make his way slantwise. I mention this merely to add that notwithstanding this battering I composed, on horseback, the lines to the memory of Sir George Beaumont, suggested during my recent visit to Coleorton.--I.F.] One of the "Miscellaneous Sonnets."--ED.