The Summer sun shines soft and gentle
The flowers bloom in yonder vale
The cuckoo's note I hear resounding
From Carrickatee's lone shady dale
II
Delighted now, I wandered lonely,
So fair inviting was the day
To trace my steps along the mountain
My inclination bent that way.
III
Projecting rocks, wild and romantic
Soared aloft before my view
A murmuring stream around her borders
Its winding course did not pursue
IV
In Carrickatee, so famed, and ancient
No human being once did dwell,
No voice was heard except the hunter's
Resounding thro' the mossy dell.