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At evening, when the earliest stars began
Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake;
That they might answer him. —And they would shout
Of mirth and jocund din! And, when it chanced
Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received
This Boy was taken from his Mates, and died In childhood, ere he was full twelve years old. Fair is the spot, most beautiful the Vale
Where he was born: the grassy Church-yard hangs Upon a slope above the village-school;
And, through that Church-yard when my way has led At evening, I believe, that oftentimes
A long half-hour together I have stood
Mute looking at the grave in which he lies!
ON HER FIRST ASCENT TO THE SUMMIT OF HELVELLYN.
INMATE of a mountain Dwelling,
Potent was the spell that bound thee
For blue Ether's arms, flung round thee,
Lo! the dwindled woods and meadows!
Lo! the clouds, the solemn shadows,
And a record of commotion
Gleaming like a silver shield!