Now are they parted, far as Death's cold hand 16 Hath power to part the Spirits of those who love As they did love. Ye kindred Pinnacles That, while the generations of mankind Follow each other to their hiding-place 20 In time's abyss, are privileged to endure Beautiful in yourselves, and richly graced With like command of beauty-grant yo aid For MARY's humble, SARAH'S silent claim That their pure joy in nature may survi From age to age in blended memory. 1 MARY, the poet's wife; SARAHI, her sister, wi died at Rydal Mount on June 23, 1835. Miscellaneous Sonnets, 1. XXIX.— ED. How would it please old Ocean to partake, With sailors longing for a breeze in vain, The harmony thy notes most gladly make Where earth resembles most his own domain ! Yet, where the guardian fence is wound, Urania's self might welcome with pleased Only by art in nature lost. ear These matins mounting towards her native sphere. Chanter by heaven attracted, whom no bars 55 To daylight known deter from that pursuit, 'Tis well that some sage instinct, when the stars And though the jealous turf refuse And hither throngs of birds resort; Come forth at evening, keeps Thee still Some, perched on stems of stately port There close the peaceful lives of flowers? Say, when the moving creatures saw It falls not here on bud or bloom.. All summer-long the happy Eve 5 II 15 That nod to welcome transient guests; Thus spake the moral Muse-her wing III. [Composed March 18, 1798.-Published 180 A WHIRL-BLAST from behind the hill Rushed o'er the wood with startli sound; Then-all at once the air was still, And showers of hailstones pattered roun Of this fair Spot her flowers may bind, 20 Of tallest hollies, tall and green; Nor e'er, with ruffled fancy, grieve, From the next glance she casts, to find A fairer bower was never seen. From year to year the spacious floor That love for little things by Fate Is rendered vain as love for great. With withered leaves is covered o'er, And all the year the bower is green. But see! where'er the hailstones drop IV. THE WATERFALL AND THE [Composed 1800.-Published 1800.] I. 15 20 BEGONE, thou fond presumptuous Elf," kclaimed an angry Voice, Nor dare to thrust thy foolish self ween me and my choice!" "But now proud thoughts are in your breast What grief is mine you see, Ah! would you think, even yet how blest Though of both leaf and flower bereft, 45 small Cascade fresh swoln with snows 5 Some ornaments to me are left Rich store of scarlet hips is mine, Would deck you many a winter day, VI. What more he said I cannot tell, Dost thou presume my course to block? Came thundering loud and fast; off! or, puny Thing! burl thee headlong with the rock 50 which thy fibres cling." The Flood was tyrannous and strong; 15 he patient Briar suffered long, V. or did he utter groan or sigh, ping the danger would be past; at, seeing no relief, at last e ventured to reply. [Composed 1800.-Published 1800.] you |