Ere a leaf is on a bush,
In the time before the Thrush Has a thought about her nest, Thou wilt come with half a call, Spreading out thy glossy breast Like a careless prodigal ; 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,
Joys to spy thee near her home; Spring is coming, Thou art come!
Comfort have thou of thy merit, Kindly, unassuming Spirit! Careless of thy neighbourhood, Thou dost show thy pleasant face On the moor, and in the wood, In the lane-there's not a place, Howsoever mean it be, But 'tis good enough for thee.
Ill befall the yellow Flowers, Children of the flaring hours! Buttercups, that will be seen, Whether we will see or no ; Others, too, of lofty mien ; They have done as worldlings do, Taken praise that should be thine, Little, humble Celandine !
Prophet of delight and mirth, Scorned and slighted upon earth ; Herald of a mighty band,
Of a joyous train ensuing, Singing at my heart's command, In the lanes my thoughts pursuing, I will sing, as doth behove, Hymns in praise of what I love!
PLEASURES newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet : February last, my heart
First at sight of thee was glad;
All unheard of as thou art,
Thou must needs, I think, have had,
Celandine! and long ago,
Praise of which I nothing know.
I have not a doubt but he, Whosoe'er the man might be, Who the first with pointed rays (Workman worthy to be sainted) Set the Sign-board in a blaze, When the risen sun he painted, Took the fancy from a glance At thy glittering countenance.
Soon as gentle breezes bring News of winter's vanishing,
And the children build their bowers, Sticking 'kerchief-plots of mould All about with full-blown flowers, Thick as sheep in shepherd's fold! With the proudest thou art there, Mantling in the tiny square.
Blithe of heart, from week to week Thou dost play at hide-and-seek; While the patient Primrose sits
Like a beggar in the cold,
Thou, a Flower of wiser wits,
Slipp'st into thy sheltering hold; Bright as any of the train
When ye all are out again.
Thou art not beyond the moon, But a thing "beneath our shoon:" Let the bold Adventurer thrid In his bark the polar sea; Rear who will a pyramid; Praise it is enough for me, If there be but three or four Who will love my little Flower,
"I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD."
I WANDERED lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden Daffodils;
Beside the Lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay :
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee :--- A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company;
I gazed-and gazed-but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought :
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude, And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the Daffodils.
BENEATH these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather,
In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard-seat!
And birds and flowers once more to greet, My last year's friends together.
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, Presiding Spirit here to-day,
Dost lead the revels of the May; And this is thy dominion.
While birds, and butterflies, and flowers, Make all one band of paramours, Thou, ranging up and down the bowers, Art sole in thy employment:
A Life, a Presence like the Air, Scattering thy gladness without care, Too blest with any one to pair;
Thyself thy own enjoyment.
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