"Shame on you!" cried my little Boat, "Was ever such a homesick Loon, Within a living Boat to sit, And make no better use of it, A Boat twin-sister of the crescent moon! Ne'er in the breast of full-grown Poet These nether precintes do not lack Charms of their own; then come with me I want a Comrade, and for you There's nothing that I would not do; Haste! and above Siberian snows I know the secrets of a land Where human foot did never stray; Or we'll into the realm of Faery, Or, if you thirst with hardy zeal How earth and heaven are taught to feel "My little vagrant Form of light, My gay and beautiful Canoe, Well have you played your friendly part; As kindly take what from my heart Temptation lurks among your words; Without impediment or let, My radiant Pinnace, you forget What on the earth is doing. There was a time when all mankind Did listen with a faith sincere To tuneful tongues in mystery versed; The wonders of a wild career. Go (but the world's a sleepy world, Long have I loved what I behold, The night that calms, the day that cheers; The common growth of mother Earth The dragon's wing, the magic ring, These given, what more need I desire To stir to soothe to elevate? -- What nobler marvels than the mind A potent wand doth Sorrow wield; If aught on earth have heavenly might, "Tis lodged within her silent tear. But grant my wishes, let us now Then take thy way, adventurous Skiff, To the stone-table in my garden, Loved haunt of many a summer hour, The Squire is come; - his daughter Bess Beside him in the cool recess Sits blooming like a flower. With these are many more convened; Beneath the spreading Weymouth pineI see them there they are! There sits the Vicar and his Dame; To them I must relate the Tale Off flew my sparkling Boat in scorn, On two poor legs, tow'rd my stone-table "O, here he is!" cried little Bess- "Reproach me not your fears be stillBe thankful we again have met;Resume, my Friends! within the shade Your seats, and quickly shall be paid The well-remembered debt." I spake with faltering voice, like one PART FIRST. ALL by the moonlight river side Groaned the poor Beast-alas! in vain; The staff was raised to loftier height, Like winds that lash the waves, or smite "A Potter, Sir, he was by trade," Said I, becoming quite collected; "And wheresoever he appeared, Full twenty times was Peter feared For once that Peter was respected. He, two-and-thirty years or more, And he had seen Caernarvon's towers, At Doncaster, at York, and Leeds, And all along the Lowlands fair, |