W. F. Marvin, "Lines, written in Clifton Grove, near Nottingham, England, the favorite Haunt of the lamented Henry K. White" Saturday Evening Post 8 (18 April 1829).
The blushes of morning had ting'd the blue sky, As I gaz'd on the beautiful scene; The wild-bird was teaching its nestling to fly, Where the vista was lovely and green.
On its bosom, the violet and king-cup appeared, And cowslips and primroses smiled; And knots of dark blue-bells in beauty were rear'd, And crimson tip'd daisies grew wild.
The gold blossom'd furze, the may-thorn in bloom, The lark as it warbled its song— The dark embower'd shades of impervious gloom, And the Trent as it glided along,
Were sweet to my view — e'en the shadowy tree, The rose just emerg'd from its bud, The moss-cover'd bank that enclosed the green lea, And the grass tufted hill where I stood—
Were pleasing — and oft from the cliff's rugged height, Have I gazed on the scene when along; Have watch'd the dark Trent as it murmur'd in sight, And fancy'd the prospect my own.
No more, through thy shades shall I pensively stray, While eve on thy blossoms shall blow; While night gives a charm to the moon-beams that play, Through thy trees on the waters below.
Farewell to thy beauties, thy blossoms and bowers, To a far foreign land I rove; Still 'mid other scenes in my happiest hours, I'll think of the sweet Clifton Grove.