THE GREEN LINNET. [Composed 1803.-Published 1807.] One have I marked, the happiest guest In joy of voice and pinion! Dost lead the revels of the May; While birds, and butterflies, and flowers, 5 ΙΟ 15 20 30 My dazzled sight he oft deceives, As if by that exulting strain He mocked and treated with disdain X. TO A SKY-LARK. [Composed 1805.-Published 1807.] 40 UP with me! up with me into the clouds! With clouds and sky about thee ringing, 5 That spot which seems so to thy mind! I have walked through wildernesses dreary, And to-day my heart is weary; Had I now the wings of a Faery, Up to thee would I fly. ΙΟ TO THE SMALL CELANDINE.1 [Composed April 30, 1802.-Published 1807.] PANSIES, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises; Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story: Eyes of some men travel far Up and down the heavens they go, 5 That they all are wanton wooers; Comfort have thou of thy merit, But 'tis good enough for thee. 30 35 40 45 b Since the day I found thee out, Little Flower-I'll make a stir, & Like a sage astronomer. 15 Of a joyous train ensuing, Serving at my heart's command, Tasks that are no tasks renewing, I will sing, as doth behove, Hymns in praise of what I love! XII. TO THE SAME FLOWER. 25 PLEASURES newly found are sweet First at sight of thee was glad; 60 All unheard of as thou art, Thou must needs, I think, have had, I have not a doubt but he, Soon as gentle breezes bring And the children build their bowers, Often have I sighed to measure Blithe of heart, from week to week Drawn by what peculiar spell, Prized above all buds and bells The Seven are laid, and in the shade 25 Opening daily at thy side, They lie like fawns-reposing. of By the season multiplied?1 1 This stanza originally came after line 40 the preceding poem (No. XI.). It was placed here In 1845.-ED. Away they fly to left, to right Of your fair household, Father-knight, 30 Methinks you take small heed! G But now, upstarting with affright At noise of man and steed, Beneath the summer sky From flower to flower let him fly; The cheerer Thou of our in-door sadness, 30 But in man was ne'er such daring As yon Hawk exhibits, pairing His brave spirit with the war in The stormy skies! "Mark him, how his power he uses, His beautiful wings in crimson are drest, 35 There he wheels in downward mazes; A crimson as bright as thine own: Wouldst thou be happy in thy nest, O pious Bird! whom man loves best, Love him, or leave him alone! XVI. SONG FOR THE SPINNING WHEEL. SWIFTLY turn the murmuring wheel! Sunward now his flight he raises, Catches fire, as seems, and blazes With uninjured plumes!" ANSWER. "Stranger, 'tis no act of courage 5 ΙΟ 15 20 5 Turn the swift wheel round and round! Now, beneath the starry sky, Couch the widely-scattered sheep; Ply the pleasant labour, ply! For the spindle, while they sleep, Runs with speed more smooth and fine, Short-lived likings may be bred ΙΟ 15 |