Since thy return, through days and weeks Of hope that grew by stealth, How many wan and faded cheeks Have kindled into health! The Old by thee revived, have said, And wayworn Wanderers, poorly fed Who tripping lisps a merry song The tender Infant who was long A prisoner of fond fears; But now, when every sharp-edged blast Is quiet in its sheath, His Mother leaves him free to taste Earth's sweetness in thy breath. Thy help is with the weed that creeps Along the humblest ground; No cliff so bare but on its steeps Thy favours may be found; But most on some peculiar nook 25 309 35 40 45 "From sunshine, clouds, winds, waves, ee Drops on the mouldering turret's head, 55 ९९ And on your turf-clad graves!" Such greeting heard, away with sighs For lilies that must fade, Forsaken" in the shade! Vernal fruitions and desires Are linked in endless chase; 60 While, as one kindly growth retires, Another takes its place. And what if thou, sweet May, hast known, 65 Mishap by worm and blight; If expectations newly blown Have perished in thy sight; If loves and joys, while up they sprung, Were caught as in a snare; 70 Such is the lot of all the young, However bright and fair. Lo! Streams that April could not check Are patient of thy rule; Gurgling in foamy water-break, By thee, thee only, could be sent Curling with unconfirmed intent, How delicate the leafy veil Through which yon house of God Gleams, mid the peace of this deep dale By few but shepherds trod ! And lowly huts, near beaten ways, No sooner stand attired In thy fresh wreaths, than they for praise. Peep forth, and are admired. Season of fancy and of hope, Permit not for one hour, A blossom from thy crown to drop, Keep, lovely May, as if by touch Of self-restraining art, This modest charm of not too much, Part seen, imagined part! 90 95 1826-1834. THE WISHING-GATE. In the vale of Grasmere, by the side of the old high-way leading to Ambleside, is a gate, which, time out of mind, has been called the Wishing-gate, from a belief that wishes formed or indulged there have a favourable issue. HOPE rules a land forever green : All powers that serve the bright-eyed Queen Are confident and gay ; Clouds at her bidding disappear; Points she to aught? the bliss draws near, 5 And Fancy smooths the way. Not such the land of Wishes - there Dwell fruitless day-dreams, lawless prayer, And thoughts with things at strife; Yet how forlorn, should ye depart Ye superstitions of the heart, How poor, were human life! When magic lore abjured its might, One tender claim abate; ΙΟ 15 Then why should conscious Spirits fear The ancient faith disclaim? Whose just reward is shame. Smile if thou wilt, but not in scorn, Here crave an easier lot; 20 25 330 35 40 45 If some have thirsted to renew A broken vow, or bind a true, With firmer, holier knot. And not in vain, when thoughts are cast Some Penitent sincere May for a worthier future sigh, While trickles from his downcast eye No unavailing tear. 50 The Sage, who feels how blind, how weak Is man, though loth such help to seek, Yet, passing, here might pause, And thirst for insight to allay In quietness withdraws; Or when the church-clock's knell profound Of midnight makes reply; Time pressing on with starry crest, To filial sleep upon the breast Of dread eternity. 1828. |