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ht, О faithful soarer - en thee too fondly did my memory hang,

The mountains have all opened out themselves, Es pakulos: for the parend on the joys we shared in mortal life,

And made a hidden valley of their own, Eh, and not the mana ia he paths which we had trod—these fountains, No habitation there is seen; but such - not ungovernable lawn flowers;

As journey thither find themselves alone ports moderate

; ani su ly new-planned cities, and unfinished towers. With a few sheep, with rocks and stones, and kites repart, for brief is vives

That overhead are sailing in the sky.
But should suspense permit the foe to cry,

It is in truth an utter solitude;
=refere? –Did not Her Behold they tremble!-haughty their array, Nor should I have made mention of this dell
et of their number no one dares to die?'—

But for one object which you might pass by, reanimated corse, i soul I swept the indignity away:

Might see and notice not. Beside the brook to dweil on eartikeld frailties then recurred:—but lofty thought

There is a straggling heap of unhewn stones! Eils dispersed the menu 1 act embodied my deliverance wrought.

And to that place a story appertains, stood a youth and were And thou, though strong in love, art all too weak

Which, though it be ungarnished with events,

Is not unfit, I deem, for the fireside, to us are mercii -- 1 reason, in self-government too slow;

Or for the summer shade. It was the first, may relent: for nge counsel thee by fortitude to seek

The earliest of those tales that spake to me th of nerve and to-Jur blest re-union in the shades below. Feat orer suu asist. The invisible world with thee hath sympathized;

Of shepherds, dwellers in the valleys, men

Whom I already loved;—not verily gh oft to agocy does be thy affections raised and solemnized.

For their own sakes, but for the fields and hills his favourite se Learn by a mortal yearning to ascend

Where was their occupation and abode. Towards a higher object:-Love was given, And hence this tale, while I was yet a boy on him and was al encouraged, sanctioned, chiefly for this end: Careless of books, yet having felt the power wlour from his for this the passion to excess was driven

Of Nature, by the gentle agency l'hat self might be annulled; her bondage prove Of natural objects led me on to feel

l'he fetters of a dream, opposed to love.--melanchey are

For passions that were not my own, and think a persive bago Aloud she shrieked! for Hermes re-appears! (vain :

(At random and imperfectly indeed)

On man, the heart of man, and human life. se, such love a en Round the dear shade she would have clung—'tis

Therefore, although it be a history
The hours are past,—too brief had they been years;
e course is equake

Homely and rude, I will relate the same
And him no mortal effort can detain:
Swift, tow'rd the realms that know not earthly day,

For the delight of a few natural hearts;

And, with yet fonder feeling, for the sake
He through the portal takes his silent way~

Of youthful poets, who among these hills
And on the palace floor a lifeless corse she lay.

Will be my second self when I am gone.
Ah, judge her gently who so deeply loved:
Her, who, in reason's spite, yet without crime,

Upon the forest-side in Grasmere Vale ty; more peizace was in a trance of passion thus removed;

There dwelt a shepherd, Michael was his name; Delivered from the galling yoke of time,

An old man, stout of heart, and strong of limb. ated with parparei." And these frail elements—to gather flowers

His bodily frame had been from youth to age Of blissful quiet ʼmid unfading bowers.

Of an unusual strength: his mind was keen,

Intense and frugal, apt for all affairs,
Yet tears to human suffering are due ;

And in his shepherd's calling he was prompt
And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown

And watchful more than ordinary men.
Are mourned by man, and not by man alone, Hence he had learned the meaning of all winds,
As fondly he believes.—Upon the side

Of blasts of every tone, and, oftentimes,
Of Hellespont (such faith was entertained)

When others heeded not, he heard the south
A knot of spiry trees for ages grew

Make subterraneous music, like the noise

Of bagpipers on distant Highland hills. And ever, when such stature they had gained The shepherd, at such warning, of his flock uthful peers,

That Ilium's walls were subject to their view, Bethought him, and he to himself would say,
The trees' tall summits withered at the sight; “ The winds are now devising work for me!”
A constant interchange of growth and blight! And truly, at all times, the storm--that drives

The traveller to a shelter-summoned him

Up to the mountains: he had been alone
MICHAEL,

Amid the heart of many thousand mists,
That came to him and left him on the heights.

So lived he till his eightieth year was past.
If from the public way you turn your steps

And grossly that man errs, who should suppose

That the green valleys, and the streams and rocks You will suppose that with an upright path Were things indifferent to the shepherd's thoughts. Your feet must struggle; in such bold ascent Fields, where with cheerful spirits he had breathed The pastoral mountains front you, face to face. The common air; the hills, which he so oft (pressed But courage! for beside that boisterous ook

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With others round them, earnest all and blithe,
By catching at their legs, or with his shouts
Scared them, while they lay still beneath the shears,

And when by Heaven's good grace the boy grew up
With his own hand a sapling, which he hooped
With iron, making it throughout in all
Due requisites a perfect shepherd's staff,
And gave it to the boy, wherewith equipt
He as a watchman oftentimes was placed

At gate or gap, to stem or turn the Rock;

So many incidents upon his mind

Murmur as with the sound of summer flies. Of hardship, skill or courage, joy or fear;

This light was famous in its neighbourhood, Which like a book preserved the memory

And was a public symbol of the life Of the dumb animals, whom he had saved,

The thrifty pair had lived. For, as it chanced, Had fed or sheltered, linking to such acts,

Their cottage on a plot of rising ground So grateful in themselves, the certainty

Stood single, with large prospect, north and south, Of honourable gain; these fields, these hills, High into Easedale, up to Dunmal-Raise, Which were his living being, even more

And westward to the village near the lake; Than his own blood--what could they less? had laid And from this constant light, so regular Strong hold on his affections, were to him

And so far seen, the house itself, by all A pleasurable feeling of blind love,

Who dwelt within the limits of the vale, The pleasure which there is in life itself.

Both old and young, was named The Evening Star. His days had not been passed in singleness. Thus living on through such a length of years, His helpmate was a comely matron, old

The shepherd, if he loved himself, must needs
Though younger than himself full twenty years. Have loved his help-mate; but to Michael's heart
She was a woman of a stirring life,

This son of his old age was yet more dear-
Whose heart was in her house: two wheels she had Effect which might perhaps have been produced
Of antique form, this large for spinning wool, By that instinctive tenderness, the same
That small for tlax; and if one wheel bad rest, Blind spirit, which is in the blood of all-
It was because the other was at work.

Or that a child, more than all other gifts,
The pair had but one inmate in their house, Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts

, An only child, who had been born to them

And stirrings of inquietude, when they
When Michael telling o'er his years began

By tendency of nature needs must fail.
To deem that he was old,-in shepherd's phrase, From such, and other causes, to the thoughts
With one foot in the grave. This only son,

Of the old man his only son was now
With two brave sheep-dogs tried in many a storm, The dearest object that he knew on earth.
The one of an inestimable worth,

Exceeding was the love he bare to him, Made all their household. I may truly say, His heart and his heart's joy! For oftentimes That they were as a proverb in the vale,

Old Michael, while he was a babe in arms, For endless industry. When day was gone,

Had done him female service, not alone And from their occupations out of doors

For dalliance and delight, as is the use
The son and father were come home, even then Of fathers, but with patient mind enforced
Their labour did not cease; unless when all

To acts of tenderness; and he had rocked
Turned to their cleanly supper-board, and there, His cradle with a woman's gentle hand.
Each with a mess of pottage and skimmed milk, And, in a later time,
Sat round their basket piled with oaten cakes,

Had put on boy's attire, did Michael love,
And their plain home-made cheese. Yet when their Albeit of a stern unbending mind,
Was ended, Luke (for so the son was named) (meal

To have the young one in his sight, when he
And his old father both betook themselves

Had work by his owo door, or when he sat
To such convenient work as might employ
Their hands by the fire-side; perhaps to card
Wool for the housewife's spindle, or repair
Some injury done to sickle, tail, or scythe,
Or other implement of house or field.

Down from the cieling, by the chimney's edge,
Which in our ancient uncouth country style
Did with a huge projection overbrow
Large space beneath, as duly as the light
Of day grew dim the housewife hung a lamp;
An aged utensil, which had performed
Service beyond all others of its kind.
Early at evening did it burn and late,
Surviving comrade of uncounted hours,
Which going by from year to year had found
And left the couple neither gay perhaps
Nor cheerful, yet with objects and with hopes,
Living a life of eager industry.
And now, when Luke was in his eighteenth year,
There by the light of this old lamp they sat,
Father and son, while late into the night
The housewife plied her own peculiar work,
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A healthy lad, and carried in his cheek
Two steady roses that were five years old,
Then Michael from a winter coppice cut

And, to his office prematurely called,

Another kinsman-he will be our friend There stood the urchin, as you will divine,

In this distress. He is a prosperous man, Something between a hindrance and a help; Thriving in trade-and Luke to him shall go, And for this cause not always, I believe,

And with his kinsman's help and his own thrist Receiving from his father hire of praise;

He quickly will repair this loss, and then Though nought was left undone which staffor voice, May come again to us.

If here he stay, Or looks, or threatening gestures could perform. What can be done? Where every one is poor

But soon as Luke, full ten years old, could stand What can be gained ?" At this the old man paused, Against the mountain blasts, and to the heights, And Isabel sat silent, for her mind Not fearing toil, nor length of weary ways,

Was busy, looking back into past times. He with his father daily went, and they

There's Richard Bateman, thought she to herself, Were as companions, why should I relate

He was a parish-boy-at the church-door That objects which the shepherd loved before They made a gathering for him, shillings, pence, Were dearer now? that from the boy there came And halfpennies, wherewith the neighbours bought Feelings and emanations-things which were A basket, which they filled with pedlar's wares; Light to the sun and music to the wind;

And with this basket on his arm, the lad And that the old man's heart seemed born again. Went up to London, found a master there, Thus in his father's sight the boy grew up:

Who out of many chose the trusty boy And now when he had reached his eighteenth year, To go and overlook his merchandize He was his comfort and his daily hope.

Beyond the seas, where he grew wondrous rich,

And left estates and monies to the poor, While in this sort the simple household lived And at his birth-place built a chapel floored From day to day, to Michael's ear there came With marble, which he sent from foreign lands. Distressful tidings. Long before the time

These thoughts, and many others of like sort, Of which I speak, the shepherd had been bound Passed quickly through the mind of Isabel, In surety for his brother's son, a man

And her face brightened. The old man was glad, Of an industrious life, and ample means,—

And thus resumed :-“ Well, Isabel! this scheme But unforeseen misfortunes suddenly

These two days has been meat and drink to me. Had pressed upon him,—and old Michael now Far more than we have lost is left us yet. Was summoned to discharge the forfeiture,

-We have enough-I wish indeed that I A grievous penalty, but little less

Were younger,-but this hope is a good hope. Than half his substance. This unlooked-for claim, - Make ready Luke's best garments, of the best At the first hearing, for a moment took

Buy for him more, and let us send him forth More hope out of his life than he supposed

To-morrow, or the next day, or to-night: That any old man ever could have lost.

-If he could go, the boy should go to-night.” As soon as he had gathered so much strength Here Michael ceased, and to the fields went forth That he could look his trouble in the face,

With a light heart. The housewife for five days It seemed that his sole refuge was to sell

Was restless morn and night, and all day long A portion of his patrimonial fields.

Wrought on with her best fingers to prepare Such was his first resolve; he thought again, Things needful for the journey of her son. And his heart failed him. “ Isabel," said he, But Isabel was glad when Sunday came Two evenings after he had heard the news,

To stop her in her work: for, when she lay * I have been toiling more than seventy years, By Michael's side, she through the two last nights And in the open sunshine of God's love

Heard him, how he was troubled in his sleep: Have we all lived; yet if these fields of ours And when they rose at morving she could see Should pass into a stranger's hand, I think

That all his hopes were gone. That day at noon That I could not lie quiet in my grave.

She said to Luke, while they two by themselves Our lot is a hard lot; the sun itself

Were sitting at the door, “ Thou must not go: Has scarcely been more diligent than I,

We have no other child but thee to lose, And I have lived to be a fool at last

None to remember-do not go away, To my own family. An evil man

For if thou leave thy father he will die." That was, and made an evil choice, if he

The youth made answer with a jocund voice; Were false to us; and, if he were not false,

And Isabel, when she had told her fears, There are ten thousand to whom loss like this Recovered heart. That evening her best fare Had been no sorrow. I forgive him—but

Did she bring forth, and all together sat "Twere better to be dumb than to talk thus.

Like happy people round a Christmas fire. When I began, my purpose was to speak

With daylight Isabel resumed her work; Of remedies and of a cheerful hope.

And all the ensuing week the house appeared Our Luke shall leave us, Isabel; the land

As cheerful as a grove in Spring: at length Shall not go from us, and it shall be free.

The expected letter from their kinsman came, He shall possess it, free as is the wind

With kind assurances that he would do That passes over it. We have, thou know'st, His utmost for the welfare of the boy;

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To which requests were added that forthwith But 'tis a long time to look back, my son,
He might be sent to him. Ten times or more And see so little gain from sixty years.
The letter was read over; Isabel

These fields were burthened when they came to me;
Went forth to shew it to the neighbours round; Till I was forty years of age, not more
Nor was there at that time on English land

Than half of my inheritance was mine.
A prouder heart than Luke's. When Isabel I toiled and toiled; God blessed me in my work,
Had to her house returned, the old man said, And till these three weeks past the land was free.
“ He shall depart to-morrow.” To this word -It looks as if it never could endure
The housewife answered, talking much of things Another master. Heaven forgive me, Luke,
Which, if at such short notice he should go, If I judge ill for thee, but it seems good
Would surely be forgotten. But at length

That thou shouldst go." At this the old man paus'd;
She gave consent, and Michael was at ease. Then, pointing to the stones near which they stood,

Near the tumultuous brook of Green-head Ghyll, | Thus, after a short silence, he resumed: In that deep valley, Michael had designed

66 This was a work for us; and now, my son, To build a sheep-fold; and, before he heard It is a work for me. But, lay one stoneThe tidings of his melancholy loss,

Here, lay it for me, Luke, with thine own hands.
For this same purpose he had gathered up

Nay, boy, be of good hope;-we both may live
A heap of stones, which by the streamlet's edge To see a better day. At eighty-four
Lay thrown together, ready for the work.

I still am strong and stout;—do thou thy part,
With Luke that evening thitherward he walked; I will do mine. I will begin again
And soon as they had reached the place he stopped, With many tasks that were resigned to thee;
And thus the old man spake to bim:-“ My son, Up to the heights, and in among the storms,
To-morrow thou wilt leave me: with full heart Will I without thee go again, and do
I look upon thee, for thou art the same

All works which I was wont to do alone,
That wert a promise to me ere thy birth,

Before I knew thy face.- Heaven bless thee, boy! And all thy life hast been my daily joy.

Thy heart these two weeks has been beating fast I will relate to thee some little part

With many hopes—It should be so—Yes-yesOf our two histories; 'twill do thee good

I knew that thou couldst never have a wish When thou art from me, even if I should speak To leave me, Luke: thou hast been bound to me Of things thou canst not know of. After thou Only by links of love: when thou art gone, First cam'st into the world--as it befalls

What will be left to us!-But, I forget To new-born infants—thou didst sleep away

My purposes. Lay now the corner-stone,
Two days, and blessings from thy father's tongue As I requested; and hereafter, Luke,
Then fell upon thee. Day by day passed on, When thou art gone away, should evil men
And still I loved thee with increasing love. Be thy companions, think of me, my son,
Never to living ear came sweeter sounds

And of this moment; hither turn thy thoughts,
Than when I heard thee by our own fire-side And God will strengthen thee: amid all fear
First uttering, without words, a natural tune; And all temptation, Luke, I pray that thou
When thou, a feeding babe, didst in thy joy Mayst bear in mind the life thy fathers lived,
Sing at thy mother's breast. Month followed month, Who, being innocent, did for that cause
And in the open fields my life was passed

Bestir them in good deeds. Now, fare thee well-
And on the mountains, else I think that thou When thou return'st, thou in this place wilt see
Hadst been brought up upon thy father's knees. A work which is not here: a covenant
But we were playmates, Luke: among these hills,

'Twill be between us-But, whatever fate As well thou know'st, in us the old and young

Besal thee, I sball love thee to the last,
Have played together, nor with me didst thou

And bear thy memory with me to the grave."
Lack any pleasure which a boy can know."
Luke had a manly heart; but at these words

The shepherd ended here; and Luke stooped
He sobbed aloud. The old man grasped his hand,

And, as his father bad requested, laid

The first stone of the sheep-fold. At the sight
And said, “ Nay, do not take it som I see
That these are things of which I need not speak.

The old man's grief broke from him, to his heart
-Even to the utmost I have been to thee

He pressed his son, he kissed him and wept; A kind and a good father: and herein

And to the house together they returned.

-Hushed was that house in peace, or seeming peace,
I but repay a gift which I myself
Received at other's hands; for, though now old

Ere the night fell:-with morrow's dawn the boy
Beyond the common life of man, I still

Began his journey, and when he had reached Remember them who loved me in my youth.

The public way, he put on a bold face ; Both of them sleep together: here they lived,

And all the neighbours as he passed their doors As all their forefathers had done; and when

Came forth with wishes and with farewell prayers, At length their time was come, they were not loth

That followed him till he was out of sight. To give their bodies to the family mold.

A good report did from their kinsman come,
I wished that thou shouldst live the life they lived.

Of Luke and his well-doing: and the boy
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Which, as the housewife phrased it, were throughout When soothed awhile by milder airs, “ The prettiest letters that were ever seen."

Thee Winter in the garland wears Both parents read them with rejoicing hearts.

That thinly shades his few grey hairs; So, many months passed on: and once again

Spring cannot shun thee; The shepherd went about his daily work

Whole Summer fields are thine by right; With confident and cheerful thoughts; and now

And Autumn, melancholy wight! F31. Sometimes when he could find a leisure hour

Doth in thy crimson head delight He to that valley took his way, and there

When rains are on thee. **Wrought at the sheep-fold. Meantime Luke began

In shoals and bands, & morrice train, Er To slacken in his duty; and at length

Thou greet'st the traveller in the lane ; "" He in the dissolute city gave himself

If welcomed once thou count'st it gain; To evil courses: ignominy and shame

Thou art not daunted, SHE Fell on him, so that he was driven at last

Nor car'st if thou be set at nought: 38,5 To seek a hiding-place beyond the seas.

And oft alone in nooks remote Bre: There is a comfort in the strength of love;

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When such are wanted. - Would overset the brain,-or break the heart: I have conversed with more than one who well

Be Violets in their secret mews. 5- Remember the old man, and what he was

The flowers the wanton Zephyrs choose ; Im Years after he had heard this heavy news.

Proud be the Rose, with rains and dews 12 His bodily frame had been from youth to age

Her head'impearling; Of an unusual strength. Among the rocks

Thou liv'st with less ambitious aim, He went, and still looked up upon the sun,

Yet hast not gone without thy fame; e And listened to the wind; and as before

Thou art indeed by many a claim - Performed all kinds of labour for his sheep,

The Poet's darling. **?' And for the land his small inheritance.

If to a rock from rains he fly, det And to that hollow dell from time to time

Or, some bright day of April sky, Ek Did he repair, to build the fold of which

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Near the green holly, ries The pity which was then in every heart

And wearily at length should fare ; be For the old man--and 'tis believed by all

He needs but look about, and there *** That many and many a day he thither went,

Thou art! a friend at hand, to scare And never lifted up a single stone.

His melancholy. There, by the sheep-fold, sometimes was he seen his Sitting alone, with that his faithful dog,

A hundred times, by rock or bower, Then old, beside him, lying at his feet.

Ere thus I have lain couched an hour, The length of full seven years from time to time

Have I derived from thy sweet power He at the building of this sheep-fold wrought,

Some apprehension ; And left the work unfinished when he died.

Some steady love; some brief delight; Three years, or little more, did Isabel

Some memory that had taken flight; Survive her husband: at her death the estate

Some chime of fancy wrong or right; Was sold, and went into a stranger's hand:

Or stray invention. The cottage which was named The Evening Star

If stately passions in me burn, Is gone-the ploughshare has been through the

And one chance look to thee should turn, ground

I drink out of an humbler urn On which it stood ; great changes have been wrought

A lowlier pleasure; In all the neighbourhood :-yet the oak is left

The homely sympathy that heeds That grew beside their door; and the remains

The common life our nature breeds; Of the unfinished sheep-fold may be seen

A wisdom fitted to the needs Beside the boisterous brook of Green-head Ghyll..

Of hearts at leisure.

TO THE DAISY.
In youth from rock to rock I went,
From hill to hill, in discontent
Of pleasure high and turbulent,

Most pleased when most uneasy;
But now my own delights I make-
My thirst at every rill can slake,
And gladly Nature's love partake

Of thee, sweet Daisy!

When, smitten by the morning ray,
I see thee rise, alert and gay,
Then, cheerful flower! my spirits play

With kindred gladness :
And when, at dusk, by dews opprest
Thou sink'st, the image of thy rest
Hath often eased my pensive breast

Of careful sadness.

And all day long 1 number yet,
All seasons through, another debt,

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