IV. THE GREEN LINNET. BENEATH these fruit-tree boughs that shed In this sequestered nook how sweet And Flowers and Birds once more to greet, One have I marked, the happiest Guest In all this covert of the blest : Hail to Thee, far above the rest In joy of voice and pinion, Thou, Linnet! in thy green array, Dost lead the revels of the May, And this is thy dominion. While Birds, and Butterflies, and Flowers A Life, a Presence like the Air, Upon yon tuft of hazel trees, Yet seeming still to hover; That cover him all over. While thus before my eyes he gleams, When in a moment forth he teems As if it pleased him to disdain The voiceless Form he chose to feign, While he was dancing with the train Of Leaves among the bushes. V. TO THE SMALL CELANDINE. * PANSIES, Lilies, Kingcups, Daisies, They will have a place in story: There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine. Eyes of some men travel far For the finding of a star; Up and down the heavens they go, I'm as great as they, I trow, Like a great Astronomer. *Common Pilewort. Modest, yet withal an Elf Bold, and lavish of thyself; Since we needs must first have met Thirty years or more, and yet 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, |