My dear, dear Sister! and this prayer I make, And let the misty mountain-winds be free Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance- Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams That on the banks of this delightful stream 130 140 150 That after many wanderings, many years EXPOSTULATION AND REPLY. "Why, William, on that old grey stone, Why, William, sit you thus alone, "Where are your books?-that light bequeathed Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed "You look round on your Mother Earth, One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake, 10 "Nor less I deem that there are Powers "Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum Of things for ever speaking, That nothing of itself will come, But we must still be seeking? "Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, I sit upon this old grey stone, And dream my time away." Spring, 1798.] THE TABLES TURNED. AN EVENING SCENE ON THE SAME SUBJECT. Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; The sun, above the mountain's head, Through all the long green fields has spread, Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. 10 1798.] And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! Come forth into the light of things, She has a world of ready wealth, Our minds and hearts to bless- One impulse from a vernal wood Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:- Enough of Science and of Art; Close up those barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart "SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN WAYS." She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise 20 30 199.] A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! -Fair as a star, when only one She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me! 66 "I TRAVELLED AMONG UNKNOWN MEN." I travelled among unknown men, Nor, England! did I know till then "Tis past, that melancholy dream! 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 The bowers where Lucy played; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed. |