Earth has not anything to show more fair: This City now doth, like a garment, wear 8 All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. MILTON. [Comp. September, 1802-publ. 1807] Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: 8 And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: 12 So didst thou travel on life's common way, THE SOLITARY REAPER. Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; 4 Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, No Nightingale did ever chaunt A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard Will no one tell me what she sings? Or is it some more humble lay, Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF DELIGHT. She was a Phantom of delight A lovely Apparition, sent 6 Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; A countenance in which did meet 28 32 15 20 And now I see with eye serene A perfect Woman, nobly planned, 30 The waves beside them danced; but they | For oft, when on my couch I lie Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: 16 In such a jocund company: I gazed, and gazed, but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: ODE. INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD. [Comp. 1803-1806-publ. 1807] I. There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. 10 15 II. The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, beautiful plands Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair, The sunshine is a glorious birth; That there hath past away a glory from the earth. III. 20 Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: 25 The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; Doth every Beast keep holiday; 35 Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy [Shepherd-boy! 40 45 50 55 IV. Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; X My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel I feel it all. While Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Children are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, - But there's a Tree, of many, one, Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? The Youth, who daily farther from the east Is on his way attended; 76 At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. 80 VI. Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. VII. 85 Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, 95 100 A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, To dialogues of business, love, or strife; Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his humorous stage' With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, 105 That Life brings with her in her equipage; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. VIII. Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie 110 Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep |