Hence he had learned the meaning of all winds, When others heeded not, He heard the South Up to the mountains: he had been alone And grossly that man errs, who should suppose That the green Valleys, and the Streams and Rocks Were things indifferent to the Shepherd's thoughts. Fields, where with cheerful spirits he had breathed The common air; the hills, which he so oft Had climbed with vigorous steps; which had im pressed So many incidents upon his mind Of hardship, skill or courage, joy or fear; Than his own blood-what could they less? had laid Strong hold on his affections, were to him A pleasurable feeling of blind love, The pleasure which there is in life itself. He had not passed his days in singleness. Though younger than himself full twenty years. She was a woman of a stirring life, Whose heart was in her house: two wheels she had Of antique form, this large for spinning wool, The Pair had but one Inmate in their house, Made all their Household. I may truly say, That they were as a proverb in the vale For endless industry. When day was gone, And from their occupations out of doors The Son and Father were come home, even then Their labour did not cease; unless when all Turned to their cleanly supper-board, and there, Each with a mess of pottage and skimmed milk, Sat round their basket piled with oaten cakes, And their plain home-made cheese. their meal Yet when Was ended, LUKE (for so the Son was named) Down from the cieling by the chimney's edge, Large space beneath, as duly as the light Of day grew dim the Housewife hung a Lamp; An aged utensil, which had performed Service beyond all others of its kind. Which going by from year to year had found Nor cheerful, yet with objects and with hopes, And now, when LUKE was in his eighteenth year, Their Cottage on a plot of rising ground Stood single, with large prospect, North and South, High into Easedale, up to Dunmal-Raise, |