He ventured in search of the perfect view
to make his fortune as an artist
but fatally fell from Striding Edge
dying by the shores of cold Red Tarn Lake,
found three months later by a shepherd
with faithful dog still by his side
though his bones were whitened and the dog well fed!
Today the wind is raw and wild
as if the forlorn spirit of Charles Gough,
bruise coloured clouds paint the sky
high up on sinister, untamed Helvellyn
where many a soul has met an untimely end.
He thought this perfect view would make his name
but as a tragic subject he found fame.
to make his fortune as an artist
but fatally fell from Striding Edge
dying by the shores of cold Red Tarn Lake,
found three months later by a shepherd
with faithful dog still by his side
though his bones were whitened and the dog well fed!
Today the wind is raw and wild
as if the forlorn spirit of Charles Gough,
bruise coloured clouds paint the sky
high up on sinister, untamed Helvellyn
where many a soul has met an untimely end.
He thought this perfect view would make his name
but as a tragic subject he found fame.
