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When last along its banks I wandered,
Like clouds that rake the mountain-summits,
Yet I, whose lids from infant slumber
Our haughty life is crowned with darkness,
35 Should frail survivors heave a sigh?
Mourn rather for that holy Spirit,
FOR A MONUMENT IN CROSTHWAITE CHURCH, IN
THE VALE OF KESWICK.
YE vales and hills whose beauty hither drew The poet's steps, anc fixed him here, on you His eyes have closed! And ye, lov'd books, no
Shall Southey feed upon your precious lore,
vowed Through his industrious life, and Christian faith Calmed in his soul the fear of change and death.
i See Note.
INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY
FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF
The Child is father of the Man;
See vol. i., p. 170.
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. 5 It is not now as it hath been of yore;
Turn whereso'er I may,
By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no
The Rainbow comes and goes,
The Moon doth with delight
Waters on a starry night
15 The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the
Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song,
As to the tabor's sound,
And I again am strong:
steep; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains
throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep,
And all the earth is gay;
Land and sea
And with the heart of May
Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!
Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call
Ye to each other make; I see
My heart is at your festival,
My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel I feel it all.
Oh evil day! if I were sullen
This sweet May-morning,
On every side,
Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm :
I hear, I hear, with joy I hear !
But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone:
The Pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat:
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting :
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
And not in utter nakedness,
From God, who is our home:
Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy ;
70 The Youth, who daily farther from the east
Must travel, still is Nature's Priest,
Is on his way attended;