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Thou sing'st as if the god of wine
I heard a stock-dove sing or say
THE SPARROW'S NEST.
Behold, within the leafy shade,
I started— seeming to espy
She look'd at it as if the fear'd it;
And love, and thought, and joy.
Intimations of Immortality
FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD.
The child is father of the man ;
HERE was a time when meadow, grove, and
To me did seem
Appareled in celestial light,
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
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, 'That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Now, while the birds thus fing 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,
Ye blessed creatures, I have heard the call
Ye to each other make ; I see
My head hath its coronal,
Oh evil day! if I were sullen
This sweet May morning;
On every side,
Fresh Aowers; while the sun shines warm,
I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
—But there's a tree, of many one, A single field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone :
The pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is Aled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream ?
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting :
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar ;