SONNET. ALAS! what boots the long laborious quest And lead us on to that transcendent rest Beneath the brutal sword? Her haughty Schools Than all the pride of intellect and thought? THE RAINBOW. · My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man So be it when I shall grow old, The Child is father of the Man; SONNET. WITH Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh, Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed; Some lying fast at anchor in the road, Some veering up and down, one knew not why. Come like a giant from a haven broad; Her tackling rich, and of apparel high. This Ship was nought to me, nor I to her, This Ship to all the rest did I prefer: When will she turn, and whither? She will brook No tarrying; where She comes the winds must stir On went She, and due north her journey took. WRITTEN IN MARCH, WHILE RESTING ON THE BRIDGE AT THE FOOT OF BROTHER'S WATER, THE Cock is crowing, The green field sleeps in the sun; Are at work with the strongest; Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one Like an army defeated On the top of the bare hill; There's joy in the mountains; The rain is over and gone anon anon |