A village schoolmaster was he, And on that morning, through the grass, We travell'd merrily, to pass A day among the hills. "Our work," said I, "was well begun: Then, from thy breast what thought, Beneath so beautiful a sun, So sad a sigh has brought?" A second time did Matthew stop, Upon the eastern mountain-top, "Yon cloud with that long purple cleft Brings fresh into my mind A day like this, which I have left "And just above yon slope of corn Of this the very brother. "With rod and line I sued the sport Which that sweet season gave, And, coming to the church, stopp'd short Beside my daughter's grave. "Nine summers had she scarcely seen, The pride of all the vale; And then she sang; she would have been A very nightingale ! "Six feet in earth my Emma lay; And yet I loved her more, For so it seem'd, than till that day "And, turning from her grave, I met, A blooming girl, whose hair was wet "A basket on her head she bare; It was a pure delight! "No fountain from its rocky cave "There came from me a sigh of pain I look'd at her, and look'd again, Matthew is in his grave; yet now; As at that moment, with his bough THE FOUNTAIN. A CONVERSATION. WE talk'd with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true, A pair of friends, though I was young, We lay beneath a spreading oak, And from the turf a fountain broke, "Now, Matthew! let us try to match This water's pleasant tune With some old border song, or catch, That suits a summer's noon. "Or of the church-clock and the chimes Sing here beneath the shade, That half-mad thing of witty rhymes Which you last April made !" In silence Matthew lay, and eyed The spring beneath the tree; And thus the dear old man replied, "Down to the vale this water steers; How merrily it goes! "Twill murmur on a thousand years, And flow as now it flows. "And here, on this delightful day, I cannot choose but think How oft, a vigorous man, I lay "My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirr'd, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. "Thus fares it still in our decay; And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away "The blackbird in the summer trees, Let loose their carols when they please, "With Nature never do they wage A happy youth, and their old age "But we are press'd by heavy laws, We wear a face of joy because "If there is one who need bemoan The household hearts that were his ow "My days, my friend, are almost gone, And many love me; but by none "Now both himself and me he wrongs, "And, Matthew, for thy children dead At this he grasp'd my hand, and said, We rose up from the fountain-side, Of the green sheep-track did we glide, And, ere we came to Leonard's Rock. About the crazy old church-clock, LINES WRITTEN WHILE SAILING IN A BOAT AT EVENIMA. How richly glows the water's breast Such views the youthful bard allure; REMEMBRANCE OF COLLINS. WRITTEN UPON THE THAMES, NEAR RICHMOND. O Thames! that other bards may see The image of a poet's heart, How bright, how solemn, how serene! Such as did once the poet bless, Who, murm'ring here a later* ditty, Could find no refuge from distress Now let us, as we float along, PERSONAL TALK. I. I AM not one who much or oft delight *Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson, the last written, I believe, of the poems which were published during his lifetime. This Ode is also alluded to in another stanza. Long, barren silence, square with my desire; II. "Yet life," you say, "is life; we have seen and sce And with a living pleasure we describe; And fits of sprightly malice do but bribe The languid mind into activity. Sound sense, and love itself, and mirth and glee, THEE. Wings have we-and as far as we can go, Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, There do I find a never-failing store Of personal themes, and such as I love best; Matter wherein right voluble I am : Two will I mention, dearer than the rest: The gentle lady married to the Mcor; And heavenly Una, with her milk-white lamb. IV. Nor can I not believe but that hereby |