ADIEU, Rydalian laurels! that have grown
And spread as if ye knew that days might com
When ye would shelter in a happy home,
On this fair mount, a Poet of your own;
One who ne'er ventured for a Delphic crown
To sue the God; but, haunting your green shade
All seasons through, is humbly pleased to braid
Ground-flowers, beneath your guardianship, self sown.
Farewell! no minstrels now, with harp new-strung
For summer wandering, quit their household bowers;
Yet not for this wants Poesy a tongue

To cheer the itinerant on whom she pours
Her spirit, while he crosses lonely moors,
Or, musing, sits forsaken halls among.

INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY, FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILD GOOD.

"The child is father of the man;

And I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety."

THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem

Apparelled in celestial light,

The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore:-
Turn 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,

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 past away a glory from the earth

Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song,
And while the young lambs bound

As to the tabor's sound!

To me alone there came a thought of grief;
A timely utterance gave that thought relief,
And I again am strong:

The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep;
No more shall grief of mine the season wrong;
I hear the echoes through the mountains throng,
The winds come to me from the fields of sleep
And all the earth is gay:

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

Shepherd-boy!

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.
Oh, evil day! if I were sullen
While earth herself is adorning

This sweet May-morning,
And the children are culling

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
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 fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us, our life's star
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,

But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home :
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing boy;

But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy :

The youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And by the vision splendid

Is on his attended ;

way

At length the man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day.
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