WHAT aspect bore the Man who roved or fled, First of his tribe, to this dark dell—who first What hopes came with him? what designs were spread What dreams encompassed? Was the intruder nursed In hideous usages, and rites accursed, That thinned the living and disturbed the dead? No voice replies; — both air and earth are mute; And Thou, blue Streamlet, murmuring yield'st no more. Than a soft record, that, whatever fruit Of ignorance thou might'st witness heretofore, To soothe and cleanse, not madden and pollute! IX THE STEPPING-STONES 1820 1820 THE struggling Rill insensibly is grown For the clear waters to pursue their race Without restraint. How swiftly have they flown, His budding courage to the proof; and here Thinking how fast time runs, life's end how near! X THE SAME SUBJECT 1820 1820 NOT so that Pair whose youthful spirits dance XI THE FAERY CHASM 1820 1820 No fiction was it of the antique age: A sky-blue stone, within this sunless cleft, Which tiny Elves impressed; -on that smooth stage Of some sweet Babe - Flower stolen, and coarse Weed left For the distracted Mother to assuage Her grief with, as she might !— But, where, oh! where Is traceable a vestige of the notes That ruled those dances wild in character? On the shrill wind of midnight? or where floats XII HINTS FOR THE FANCY 1820 1820 ON, loitering Muse the swift Stream chides us on! Albeit his deep-worn channel doth immure Bright liquid mansions, fashioned to endure When the broad oak drops, a leafless skeleton, Palace and tower, are crumbled into dust! The Bard who walks with Duddon for his guide, Shall find such toys of fancy thickly set: Turn from the sight, enamoured Muse we must; And, if thou canst, leave them without regret! |