Little Cyclops with one eye Baring to threaten and defy, 25 A Life, a Presence like the Air, Scattering thy gladness without care, that thought comes next--and instantly Too blest with any one to pair; The freak is over, The shape will vanish-and behold lver shield with boss of gold, That spreads itself, some faery bold thee glittering from afar nd then thou art a pretty star; let like a star, with glittering crest, hight Flower! for by that name at last, Then all my reveries are past, tall thee, and to that cleave fast, Sweet silent creature! Thyself thy own enjoyment. Yet seeming still to hover; There! where the flutter of his wings 40 ha: breath'st with me in sun and air, 45 thou, as thou art wont, repair heart with gladness, and a share Ui thy meek nature! My dazzled sight he oft deceives, Brother of the dancing leaves; 30 Then flits, and from the cottage eaves 35 Pours forth his song in gushes; As if by that exulting strain He mocked and treated with disdain X. TO A SKY-LARK. [Composed 1805.-Published 1807.] 40 To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, 21 Has a thought about her nest, Thou wilt come with half a call, With a soul as strong as a mountain Spreading out thy glossy breast Like a careless Prodigal; river Pouring out praise to the almighty Telling tales about the sun, TO THE SMALL CELANDINE.1 Eyes of some men travel far Up and down the heavens they go, 5 When we've little warmth, or none. Poets, vain men in their mood! That they all are wanton wooers; Comfort have thou of thy merit, But 'tis good enough for thee. Ill befall the yellow flowers, Prophet of delight and mirth, Serving at my heart's command, Since the day I found thee out, Little Flower-I'll make a stir, 15 Of a joyous train ensuing, Like a sage astronomer. Modest, yet withal an Elf Bold, and lavish of thyself; Since we needs must first have met 20 Tasks that are no tasks renewing, I will sing, as doth behove, Hymns in praise of what I love! I have seen thee, high and low, Ere a leaf is on a bush, 1 Common Pilewort. XII. TO THE SAME FLOWER. [Composed May 1, 1802.-Published 18071 25 PLEASURES newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet: February last, my heart First at sight of thee was glad; All unheard of as thou art, Thou must needs, I think, have had, Celandine! and long ago, Praise of which I nothing know. fhave not a doubt but he, thy glittering countenance. on as gentle breezes bring w of winter's vanishing, and the children build their bowers, ficking 'kerchief-plots of mould about with full-blown flowers, back as sheep in shepherd's fold! Tith the proudest thou art there, antling in the tiny square. ften have I sighed to measure bright coronet and Thee, nd thy arch and wily ways, ed thy store of other praise. Sithe of heart, from week to week a dost play at hide-and-seek; hile the patient primrose sits se a beggar in the cold, ECT a flower of wiser wits, pst into thy sheltering hold; veliest of the vernal train hen ye all are out again. awn by what peculiar spell, what charm of sight or smell, es the dim-eyed curious Bee, baring for her waxen cells, ndly settle upon Thee the season multiplied?1 This stanza originally came after line 40 preceding poem (No. XI.). It was placed here 1816.-ED. Away they fly to left, to right— Of your fair household, Father-knight, 30 Methinks you take small heed! G But now, upstarting with affright At noise of man and steed, ized above all buds and bells ening daily at thy side, |