Then, Beaumont, Friend! who would have been the Friend, If he had lived, of him whom I deplore, This work of thine I blame not, but commend This sea in anger, and that dismal shore. ; Oh, 't is a passionate work!—yet wise and well; And this huge Castle, standing here sublime, I love to see the look with which it braves, Farewell, farewell the heart that lives alone, Is to be pitied; for 't is surely blind. But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer, ODE. INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD. "The Child is Father of the Man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety." 1. 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! II. The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. To me alone there came a thought of grief; The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday ; Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherdboy! IV. Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel-I feel it all. This sweet May-morning; And the Children are pulling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers while the sun shines warm, ; And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm :- -But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Doth the same tale repeat: |