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INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF
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!
The rainbow comes and goes,
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,
Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song,
To me alone there came a thought of grief;
The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep;
Ye blessed creatures, I have heard the call
The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee;
My head hath its coronal;
The fulness of your bliss, I feel-I feel it all.
And the children are pulling,
On every side,
In a thousand valleys far and wide,
Give themselves up to jolity,
And with the heart of May
Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy shepherd boy!
I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
A single field which I have look'd upon,
Both of them speak of something that is gone;
Doth the same tale repeat.
Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: