That skimmed the surface of the dead calm lake And starting off again with freak as sudden, That was its wings, its chariot, and its horse, On which it grew, or to be left alone To its own beauty. Many such there are, Fair Ferns and Flowers, and chiefly that tall Fern So stately, of the Queen Osmunda named; Plant lovelier in its own retired abode On Grasmere's beach, than Naiad by the side -So fared we that sweet morning: from the fields, And, in the fashion which I have described, That way we turned our steps; nor was it long Which then we saw, with one and the same voice Did all cry out, that he must be indeed Too weak to labour in the harvest field, As e'er by Mariner was given to Bay Or Foreland on a new-discovered coast; And POINT RASH-JUDGMENT is the Name it bears. V. TO M. H. OUR walk was far among the ancient trees; A track, which brought us to a slip of lawn, And a small bed of water in the woods. All round this pool both flocks and herds might drink On its firm margin, even as from a Well, Or some Stone-bason which the Herdsman's hand Had shaped for their refreshment; nor did sun. Or wind from any quarter ever come, VOL. II. T Unknown to them: but it is beautiful; And blend its waters with his daily meal, 1 He would so love it that in his death hour |