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To M. H. OUR walk was far among the ancient trees: There was no road, nor any woodman's path, But the thick umbragechecking the wild growth Of weed and sapling, on the soft green turf. . Beneath the branches of itself had made A track which brought us to a slip of lawn, And a small bed of water in the woods. All round this pool both flocks and herds might
drink On its firm margin, even as from a well Or some stone-bason which the Herdsman's.
hand Had shap'd for their refreshment, nor did suni Or wind from any quarter ever come. But as a blessing to this calm recess,, This glade of water and this one green field. The spot was made by. Nature for herself: The travellers know it not, and 'twill remain: Unknown to them; but it is beautiful;. And if a man should plant his cottage near,. Should sleep beneath the shelter of its trees, And blend its waters with his daily.meal, He would so love it that in his death-hour. Its image would survive among his thoughts, And, therefore, my sweet MARY, this still
Nook With all its beeches we have named from you.
19te IF from the public way you turn your steps 5 Up the tumultuous brook of Green-head Gill, You will suppose that with an upright path Your feet mụst struggle; in such bold ascent The pastoral mountains front you, face to face. But, courage! for beside that boisterous brook The mountains have all open'd out themselves, And made a hidden valley of their own. No habitation there is seen; but such As journey thither find themselves alone With a few sheep, with rocks and stones, and
kites That overhead are sailing in the sky.. It is in truth an utter solitude, Nor should I have made mention of this delt But for one object which you might pass by, Might see and notice not. Beside the brook There is a stragling heap of unhewn stones! And to that place a story appertains, i
Which, though it be ungarnish'd with events,
Upon the Forest-side in Grasmere Vale
name, An old man, stout of heart, and strong of limb.
His bodily frame had been from youth to age
And grossly that man errs, who should suppose That the green Vallies, and the Streams and
Rocks, Were things indifferent to the Shepherd's
thoughts. Fields, where with chearful spirits he had
breath'd The common air; the hills, which he so oft Had climb'd with vigorous steps; which had