TO A SKY-LARK. Up with me! up with me into the clouds ! Up with me, up with me into the clouds! With clouds and sky about thee ringing, That spot which seems so to thy mind! I have walked through wildernesses dreary, Had I now the wings of a Faery, Up to thee would I fly. There is madness about thee, and joy divine In that song of thine; Lift me, guide me, high and high, To thy banqueting-place in the sky. Joyous as morning, Thou art laughing and scorning; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Joy and jollity be with us both! Alas! my journey, rugged and uneven, As full of gladness and as free of heaven, I, with my fate contented, will plod on, And hope for higher raptures, when life's day is done. 30 FIDELITY. A BARKING Sound the Shepherd hears, A cry as of a dog or fox; He halts and searches with his eyes Among the scattered rocks : The Dog is not of mountain breed; Its motions, too, are wild and shy; With something, as the Shepherd thinks, Nor is there any one in sight 1805. 5 IO 1 Tarn is a small Mere, or Lake, mostly high up in the mountains. There sometimes doth a leaping fish Thither the rainbow comes the cloud Nor far had gone before he found From those abrupt and perilous rocks The Man had fallen, that place of fear! 25 30 35 40 At length upon the Shepherd's mind It breaks, and all is clear : 45 He instantly recalled the name, And who he was, and whence he came; This Dog, had been through three months' space A dweller in that savage place. Yes, proof was plain that, since the day The Dog had watched about the spot, Or by his master's side: How nourished here through such long time 60 And gave that strength of feeling, great 65 Above all human estimate! 1805. ELEGIAC STANZAS. SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF PEELE CASTLE, IN A STORM, I WAS thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! So pure the sky, so quiet was the air! How perfect was the calm! it seemed no sleep; 5 ΙΟ Ah! THEN, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam, 15 The consecration, and the Poet's dream ; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile Beside a sea that could not cease to smile; On tranquil land, beneath a sky of bliss. Thou shouldst have seemed a treasure-house divine Of peaceful years; a chronicle of heaven; 20 Of all the sunbeams that did ever shine The very sweetest had to thee been given. 25 A Picture had it been of lasting ease, Such, in the fond illusion of my heart, Such Picture would I at that time have made : 30 So once it would have been, - 't is so no more; I have submitted to a new control : A power is gone, which nothing can restore; 35 Not for a moment could I now behold A smiling sea, and be what I have been : The feeling of my loss will ne'er be old; This, which I know, I speak with mind serene. Then, Beaumont, Friend! who would have been the Friend, If he had lived, of Him whom I deplore, This work of thine I blame not, but commend ; This sea in anger, and that dismal shore. 40 |