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Which thou hast taken to thee as thy own, 36 Making all kindness registered and known; Thou for our sakes, though Nature's child

indeed,

Fair in thyself and beautiful alone,

Hast taken gifts which thou dost little need. 40

And O most constant, yet most fickle Place, That hast thy wayward moods, as thou dost

show

To them who look not daily on thy face;
Who, being loved, in love no bounds dost know,
And say'st, when we forsake thee, "Let them

go!"

Thou easy-hearted Thing, with thy wild race Of weeds and flowers, till we return be slow, And travel with the year at a soft pace.

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Help us to tell Her tales of years gone by,
And this sweet spring, the best beloved and best;
Joy will be flown in its mortality;
Something must stay to tell us of the rest.
Here, thronged with primroses, the steep rock's

breast

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Glittered at evening like a starry sky;
And in this bush our sparrow built her nest, 55
Of which I sang one song that will not die.

O happy Garden! whose seclusion deep
Hath been so friendly to industrious hours;
And to soft slumbers, that did gently steep
Our spirits, carrying with them dreams of

flowers,

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And wild notes warbled among leafy bowers ; Two burning months let summer overleap, And, coming back with Her who will be ours, Into thy bosom we again shall creep.

May 29, 1802.

V.

STANZAS

WRITTEN IN MY POCKET-COPY OF THOMSON'S "CASTLE OF INDOLENCE."

WITHIN our happy Castle there dwelt One
Whom without blame I may not overlook;
For never sun on living creature shone
Who more devout enjoyment with us took:
Here on his hours he hung as on a book,
On his own time here would he float away,
As doth a fly upon a summer brook;

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But go to-morrow, or belike to-day,

Seek for him, he is fled; and whither none

can say.

Thus often would he leave our peaceful home,
And find elsewhere his business or delight; 11
Out of our Valley's limits did he roam :

Full many a time, upon a stormy night,
His voice came to us from the neighbouring

height:

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Oft could we see him driving full in view
At mid-day when the sun was shining bright;
What ill was on him, what he had to do,
A mighty wonder bred among our quiet crew.

Ah! piteous sight it was to see this Man
When he came back to us, a withered flower, -
Or like a sinful creature, pale and wan.
Down would he sit; and without strength or

power

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Look at the common grass from hour to hour:

And oftentimes, how long I fear to say,
Where apple-trees in blossom made a bower, 25
Retired in that sunshiny shade he lay;
And, like a naked Indian, slept himself away.

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Great wonder to our gentle tribe it was
Whenever from our Valley he withdrew;
For happier soul no living creature has
Than he had, being here the long day through.
Some thought he was a lover, and did woo:
Some thought far worse of him, and judged

him wrong;

But verse was what he had been wedded to; And his own mind did like a tempest strong 35 Come to him thus, and drove the weary Wight

along.

With him there often walked in friendly guise,
Or lay upon the moss by brook or tree,
A noticeable Man with large grey eyes,
And a pale face that seemed undoubtedly
As if a blooming face it ought to be;
Heavy his low-hung lip did oft appear,
Deprest by weight of musing Phantasy;

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Profound his forehead was, though not severe ; Yet some did think that he had little business

here:

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Sweet heaven forefend! his was a lawful right;
Noisy he was, and gamesome as a boy;
His limbs would toss about him with delight,
Like branches when strong winds the trees

annoy.

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Nor lacked his calmer hours device or toy
To banish listlessness and irksome care ;
He would have taught you how you might
employ

Yourself; and many did to him repair, -
And certes not in vain; he had inventions rare.

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Expedients, too, of simplest sort he tried : Long blades of grass, plucked round him as he

lay,

Made, to his ear attentively applied,

A pipe on which the wind would deftly play; Glasses he had, that little things display,

The beetle panoplied in gems and gold,

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A mailèd angel on a battle-day :

The mysteries that cups of flowers enfold, And all the gorgeous sights which fairies do

behold.

He would entice that other Man to hear

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His music, and to view his imagery :
And, sooth, these two were each to the other

dear:

No livelier love in such a place could be : There did they dwell-from earthly labour

free,

As happy spirits as were ever seen;

If but a bird, to keep them company,

Or butterfly sate down, they were, I ween,

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As pleased as if the same had been a Maiden

queen.

May 9-11, 1802.

VI.

LOUISA.

AFTER ACCOMPANYING HER ON A MOUNTAIN

EXCURSION.

I MET Louisa in the shade,

And, having seen that lovely Maid,

Why should I fear to say

That, nymph-like, she is fleet and strong,

And down the rocks can leap along

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Like rivulets in May?

She loves her fire, her cottage-home;
Yet o'er the moorland will she roam

In weather rough and bleak;
And, when against the wind she strains,
Oh! might I kiss the mountain rains
That sparkle on her cheek.

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Take all that 's mine "beneath the moon,"

If I with her but half a noon

May sit beneath the walls

Of some old cave, or mossy nook,

When up she winds along the brook

To hunt the waterfalls.

1805.

VII.

STRANGE fits of passion have I known:

And I will dare to tell,

But in the Lover's ear alone,

What once to me befell.

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