If expectations newly blown Have perished in thy sight; If loves and joys, while up they sprung, Were caught as in a snare; However bright and fair. Lo! Streams that April could not check How delicate the leafy veil Through which yon house of God By few but shepherds trod! No sooner stand attired In thy fresh wreaths, than they for praise Season of fancy and of hope, A blossom from thy crown to drop, Keep, lovely May, as if by touch This modest charm of not too much, * Newlands. See the Fenwick note.-ED. ONCE I COULD HAIL (HOWE'ER SERENE THE SKY). 147 ["No faculty yet given me to espy The dusky Shape within her arms imbound." Afterwards, when I could not avoid seeing it, I wondered at this, and the more so because, like most children, I had been in the habit of watching the moon through all her changes, and had often continued to gaze at it when at the full till half blinded.] "Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone Wi' the auld moone in hir arme." Ballad of Sir Patrick Spence, Percy's Reliques. ONCE I could hail (howe'er serene the sky) The dusky Shape within her arms imbound, Which some have named her Predecessor's ghost, Young, like the Crescent that above me shone, I saw (ambition quickening at the view) 148 ONCE I COULD HAIL (HOWE'ER SERENE THE SKY). But not a hint from under-ground, no sign Or was it Dian's self* that seemed to move And when I learned to mark the spectral Shape Now, dazzling Stranger! when thou meet'st my glance, Thy dark Associate ever I discern; Emblem of thoughts too eager to advance While I salute my joys, thoughts sad or stern; Shades of past bliss, or phantoms that, to gain Their fill of promised lustre, wait in vain. So changes mortal Life with fleeting years; Tenet, lustrat, agit, Proserpina, Luna, Diana ; -ED. THE MASSY WAYS, CARRIED ACROSS THESE HEIGHTS. 149 [The walk is what we call the Far-terrace, beyond the summer-house at Rydal Mount. The lines were written when we were afraid of being obliged to quit the place to which we were so much attached.] 2 THE massy Ways, carried across these heights 1 1 1835. 3 Of that same Bard, by pacing to and fro At morn, and noon, and under moonlight skies MS. MS. * The title of these lines in the edition of 1835 was Inscription.-ED. + Referring to the Roman wall, fragments of which are to be seen on High Street. Ambleside was a Roman station. "At the upper corner of Windermere lieth the dead carcase of an ancient city, with great ruins of walls, and many heaps of rubbish, one from another, remaining of building without the walls, yet to be seen. The fortress thereof was somewhat long, fenced with a ditch and rampire, took up in length 132 ells, and breadth 80. That it had been the Romans' work is evident by the British bricks, by the mortar tempered with little pieces of brick among it, by small earthern pots or pitchers, by small cruets or phials of glass, by pieces of Roman money oftentimes found, and by round stones as big as millstones or quernstones, of which laid and couched together they framed in old times their columns, and by the paved ways leading to it. Now the ancient name is gone, unless a man would guess at it, and think it were that Amboglana, whereof the book of notices maketh mention, seeing at this day it is called Ambleside."-See Camden's Britannia, 645. (edition 1590).— ED. 150 FAREWELL LINES. Forbade the weeds to creep o'er its grey line. No longer, scattering to the heedless winds 1 Shall he frequent those precincts; locked no more In earnest converse with beloved Friends, Here will he gather stores of ready bliss, As from the beds and borders of a garden Choice flowers are gathered! But, if Power may spring With vain regrets-the Exile would consign [These lines were designed as a farewell to Charles Lamb and his sister, who had retired from the throngs of London to comparative solitude in the village of Enfield.] 'HIGH bliss is only for a higher state,' But, surely, if severe afflictions borne Murmuring his unambitious verse alone, Or in sweet converse with beloved Friends. No more must he frequent it. Yet might power Reluctantly departing, would consign This walk, his heart's possession, to the care Of those pure Minds that reverence the Muse. MS. As Charles Lamb retired to Enfield in 1826, these lines cannot have been composed much later than that year, although they were not published till 1842. Lamb wrote thus to Wordsworth on the 6th of April 1825: “I came home FOR EVER on Tuesday in last week. The incomprehensibleness of my condition overwhelmed me. It was like passing from life into |