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When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
Along the margin of a bay:
The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:
In such a jocund company;
For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
Which is the bliss of solitude,
“My Heart Leaps Up"
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky.
Or let me die!
THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh !
To pine on the stem;
Go, sleep thou with them.
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
The gems drop away!
And fond ones are flown,
This bleak world alone?
The Grasshopper and Cricket
Green little vaulter in the sunny grass,
Catching your heart up at the feel of June
When even the bees lag at the summoning brass;
With those who think the candles come too soon,
Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune 5 Nick the glad, silent moments as they pass ! O sweet and tiny cousins, that belong,
One to the fields, the other to the hearth, Both have your sunshine; both, though small, are
At your clear hearts; and both seem given to earth 10 To sing in thoughtful ears their natural song,
In doors and out, summer and winter, mirth.
On the Grasshopper and Cricket
The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run 15 From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead
In summer luxury, - he has never done
With his delights; for, when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. 20 The poetry of earth is ceasing never: