I have walked through wildernesses dreary, And to-day my heart is weary; 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; Drunken Lark! thou wouldst be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver, Alas! my journey, rugged and uneven, And hope for higher raptures, when life's day is done. XI. TO THE SMALL CELANDINE.* PANSIES, lilies, kingcups, daisies, They will have a place in story: "T is the little Celandine. Eyes of some men travel far Up and down the heavens they go, I'm as great as they, I trow, Since the day I found thee out, Little Flower! - I'll make a stir, Like a sage astronomer. Modest, yet withal an Elf Bold, and lavish of thyself; Since we needs must first have met, I have seen thee, high and low, * Common Pilewort. 'T was a face I did not know; Thou hast now, go where I may, Fifty greetings in a day. Ere a leaf is on a bush, In the time before the thrush Telling tales about the sun, When we 've little warmth, or none, Poets, vain men in their mood! Travel with the multitude: Never heed them; I aver That they all are wanton wooers; But the thrifty cottager, Who stirs little out of doors, Comfort have thou of thy merit, But 't is good enough for thee. Ill befall the yellow flowers, They have done as worldlings do, Prophet of delight and mirth, Ill-requited upon earth; Herald of a mighty band, XII. TO THE SAME FLOWER. 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, 1308. Thou must needs, I think, have had, Celandine! and long ago, Praise of which I nothing know. I have not a doubt but he, Soon as gentle breezes bring Often have I sighed to measure |