The mind that is within us, so impress And let the misty mountain-winds be free Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, indoors into Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, 130 135 thought to not present Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts 145 And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance - Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence-wilt thou then forget I 50 That on the banks of this delightful stream 155 THERE WAS A BOY. THERE was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs many a time, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him. - And they would shout Responsive to his call, with quivering peals, And long halloos, and screams, and echoes loud Of jocund din! And, when there came a pause With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, 15 20 Its woods, and that uncertain heaven received 25 This boy was taken from his mates, and died In childhood, ere he was full twelve years old. Preeminent in beauty is the vale Where he was born and bred: the church-yard hangs 30 And, through that church-yard when my way has led STRANGE fits of passion have I known : And I will dare to tell, But in the Lover's ear alone, What once to me befell. When she I loved looked every day Fresh as a rose in June, I to her cottage bent my way, Beneath an evening-moon. Upon the moon I fixed my eye, All over the wide lea; With quickening pace my horse drew nigh And now we reached the orchard-plot; And, as we climbed the hill, The sinking moon to Lucy's cot Came near, and nearer still. In one of those sweet dreams I slept, My horse moved on; hoof after hoof At once, the bright moon dropped. 1798. 5 ΙΟ 15 20 What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a Lover's head! "O mercy!" to myself I cried, ee If Lucy should be dead!" SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Besides the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! - Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me! I TRAVELLED among unknown men, Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. 'Tis past, that melancholy dream! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire; And she I cherished turned her wheel Beside an English fire. Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed And thine, too, is the last green field THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; 15 1799. This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make 5 er Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse: and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, To kindle or restrain. She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn, Or up the mountain springs; And her's shall be the breathing balm, And her's the silence and the calm ee Of mute insensate things. The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form |