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There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparell’d in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it has been of yore;
Tum wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
The Rainbow comes and goes,
The Moon doth with delight
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair ;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song,
As to the tabor's sound,
And I again am strong.
And all the earth is gay,
Land and sea
· And with the heart of May
Thou Child of Joy Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy
Shepherd Boy !
Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call
Ye to each other make; I see
My head hath it's coronal,
Oh evil day! if I were sullen
This sweet May-morning,
On every side,
Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his mother's arm :
I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
—But there's a Tree, of many one, A single Field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone :
The Pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream ?
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting :
Hath had elsewhere it's setting,
And cometh from afar: