race Of weeds and flowers, till we return be slow, And travel with the year at a soft pace. away, But go to-morrow, or belike to-day, Help us to tell Her tales of years gone Thus often would he leave our peaceful by, And this sweet spring, the best beloved and best; 50 Joy will be flown in its mortality; happy Garden! whose seclusion deep Bath been so friendly to industrious hours; home, ΙΟ And find elsewhere his business or de And to soft slumbers, that did gently Or like a sinful creature, pale and wan. steep Down would he sit; and without strength ur spirits, carrying with them dreams of flowers, 60 ind wild notes warbled among leafy bowers; wo burning months let summer overleap, el, coming back with Her who will be ours, to thy bosom we again shall creep. As if a blooming face it ought to be; severe; Yet some did think that he had little business here: 45 AFTER ACCOMPANYING HER ON A MOUN- [Composed (probably) 1801.-Published 1907 I MET Louisa in the shade, And, having seen that lovely Maid, That, nymph-like, she is fleet and stron Sweet heaven forefend! his was a lawful And down the rocks can leap along Nor lacked his calmer hours device or toy Like rivulets in May? [And she hath smiles to earth unknown She loves her fire, her cottage-home; He would have taught you how you might Yet o'er the moorland will she roam employ Yourself; and many did to him repair,-In tions rare. weather rough and bleak; might I kiss the mountain rains And, when against the wind she strains That sparkle on her cheek. 1 On the question of the identity of Loui see Editor's note on To a Butterfly, p. 897.-E 2 This stanza came second in all edd. fr 1807 to 1843. It was most unfortunately omitt for some reason unknown to us-in edd. if and 1849.-ED. [Composed 1799.-Published 1800.] STRANGE fits of passion have I known: And I will dare to tell, But in the Lover's ear alone, What once to me befell. When she I loved looked eyery day Ito her cottage bent my way, pon the moon I fixed my eye, All over the wide lea; A violet by a mossy stone 15-Fair as a star, when only one She lived unknown, and few could know But she is in her grave, and, oh, IX. [Composed 1799.-Published 1807.] I TRAVELLED among unknown men, 5 Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. ΙΟ With quickening pace my horse drew nigh And now we reached the orchard-plot; The sinking moon to Lucy's cot In one of those sweet dreams I slept, And all the while my eyes I kept My horse moved on; hoof after hoof 15 20 'Tis past, that melancholy dream! A second time; for still I seem Among thy mountains did I feel And she I cherished turned her wheel ΙΟ [Composed 1826.-Published 1827.] ERE with cold beads of midnight dew Had mingled tears of thine, 15 I grieved, fond Youth! that thou shouldst sue To haughty Geraldine. Immoveable by generous sighs, She glories in a train Who drag, beneath our native skies, An Oriental chain. Pine not like them with arms across, How the fast-rooted trees can toss ΙΟ If human Life do pass away, ΙΟ XII. THE FORSAKEN. [Dated 1804 (W.).—Probably composed earlier Published 1842.] THE peace which others seek they find; XIII. [Composed 1800.-Published 1800.] "TIS said that some have died for love: And here and there a church-yard gra is found In the cold north's unhallowed ground, Because the wretched man himself h slain, His love was such a grievous pain. Her sweets, and triumph o'er the breath- And there is one whom I five years ha known; He dwells alone Upon Helvellyn's side: He loved the pretty Barbara died; When thus his moan he made: "Oh, move, thou Cottage, from behin that oak! Or let the aged tree uprooted lie, The clouds pass on; they from the he vens depart : I look the sky is empty space; But when I cease to look, my hand is my heart. And there for ever be thy waters chained! For thou dost haunt the air with sounds That cannot be sustained; If still beneath that pine-tree's ragged A well of love-it may be deep I trust it is, and never dry: 15 |