6 COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, SEPTEMBER 3, 1802 EARTH has not anything to show more fair: This City now doth, like a garment, wear Open unto the fields, and to the sky; Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill; 7 "IT IS A BEAUTEOUS EVENING, CALM AND FREE" It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, Breathless with adoration; the broad sun And doth with his eternal motion make Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouch'd by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine, God being with thee when we know it not. 1802. 1807. 8 ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC ONCE did She hold the gorgeous East in fee; And what if she had seen those glories fade, When her long life hath reach'd its final day: Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade Of that which once was great has pass'd away. 1802. 1807. 66 THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US" THE world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gather'd now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.-Great God! I'd rather be Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; 1806. 1807. ΙΟ TO SLEEP A FLOCK of sheep that leisurely pass by, seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky; I have thought of all by turns, and yet do lie Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any So do not let me wear to-night away: Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth? Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health! 1806. 1807. |