TO THE SAME FLOWER. PLEASURES newly found are sweet February last, my heart First at sight of thee was glad; All unheard of as thou art, Thou must needs, I think, have had, Praise of which I nothing know. I have not a doubt but he, Soon as gentle breezes bring And the children build their bowers, Often have I sighed to measure 5 ΙΟ 15 20 25 30 RESOLUTION AND INDEPENDENCE. I. THERE was a roaring in the wind all night; Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods; The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters; And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters. II. All things that love the sun are out of doors; The sky rejoices in the morning's birth; The grass is bright with rain-drops; -on the moors The hare is running races in her mirth; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun, Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run. 5 IO III. I was a Traveller then upon the moor, I saw the hare that raced about with joy; The pleasant season did my heart employ : 115 20 IV. But, as it sometimes chanceth, from the might As high as we have mounted in delight In our dejection do we sink as low; To me that morning did it happen so; And fears and fancies thick upon me came ; Dim sadness and blind thoughts, I knew not, nor could name. V. I heard the sky-lark warbling in the sky; VI. My whole life I have lived in pleasant thought, As if all needful things would come unsought Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? VII. I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, Of Him who walked in glory and in joy We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness. 45 40 35 330 25 VIII. Now, whether it were by peculiar grace, Yet it befell, that, in this lonely place, 50 A leading from above, a something given, When I with these untoward thoughts had striven, I saw a Man before me unawares : 55 The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs. IX. As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; 60 So that it seems a thing endued with sense: X. Such seemed this Man, not all alive nor dead, A more than human weight upon his frame had cast. XI. Himself he propped, limbs, body, and pale face, 65 70 Motionless as a cloud the old Man stood, 75 |