THE LONELY HEARTH, AND OTHER POEMS. The moving accident is not my trade, WORDSWORTH. THE LONELY HEARTH. TO A FRIEND. Years Have wrought strange alterations.-SOUTHEY. 'Tis eve-the stars are in the sky-the flowers The labourer leaves the fields, and tho' borne down His homeward pathway-the delighted youth So have I found in former days; but now, For some kind spirit that would love to cheer Yea, I have found one! and, my friend, 'tis thou! And unto thee my spirit clings amid Its sufferings, even as a drowning man Holds fast the twig that keeps him still afloat, O my faithful friend! Thou dost remember when my humble hearth In those sweet days, oh, most enchanting dreams! That when this heart had ceased to beat, this tongue Was silent, and mine image passed away For ever from the earth, my happy soul (For I was purer in those joyous days) Might lean from heaven and hear some beauteous Warbling my songs along the greenwood side |