"YES, IT WAS THE MOUNTAIN ECHO." I AM not One who much or oft delight And, for my chance-acquaintance, ladies bright, II. "Yet life," you say, "is life; we have seen and see, And with a living pleasure we describe; And fits of sprightly malice do but bribe The languid mind into activity. Sound sense, and love itself, and mirth and glee 5 ΙΟ 15 20 25 Wings have we, III. and as far as we can go, We may find pleasure: wilderness and wood, Blank ocean and mere sky, support that mood Which with the lofty sanctifies the low. Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, 35 Our pastime and our happiness will grow. There find I personal themes, a plenteous store, Matter wherein right voluble I am, To which I listen with a ready ear; Two shall be named, pre-eminently dear, 40 And heavenly Una with her milk-white Lamb. The gentle Lady married to the Moor; IV. Nor can. I not believe but that hereby Smooth passions, smooth discourse, and joyous thought: 1806 (?). 45 50 55 LINES Composed at Grasmere, during a walk one Evening, after a stormy day, the Author having just read in a Newspaper that the dissolution of Mr. Fox was hourly expected. LOUD is the Vale! the Voice is up With which she speaks when storms are gone, A mighty unison of streams! Of all her Voices, One! Sad was I, even to pain deprest, And many thousands now are sad A Power is passing from the earth That Man, who is from God sent forth, Such ebb and flow must ever be, Then wherefore should we mourn? 1806. 1 Importuna e grave salma. — MICHAEL ANGELO. IO 15 20 ODE. INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD. "The Child is Father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety." I. THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. II. The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth. III. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound 5 IO 15 20 |