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Or is it, that when human Souls a journey long
have had, And are returned into themselves, they cannot
but be sad ?
Or must we be constrained to think that these
Spectators rude, Poor in estate, of manners base, men of the mul
titude, Have souls which never yet have risen, and there
fore prostrate lie? No, no, this cannot be; -men thirst for power
Does, then, a deep and earnest thought the bliss
ful mind employ Of him who gazes, or has gazed ? a grave and
steady joy, That doth reject all show of pride, admits no out
ward sign, Because not of this noisy world, but silent and
Whatever be the cause, 't is sure that they who
pore Seem to meet with little gain, seem less happy
than before :
ave I one espied That doth not slackly go away, as if dissatisfied.
WRITTEN IN MARCH,
The Cock is crowing,
The lake doth glitter,
The oldest and youngest
Their heads never raising ;
Like an army defeated
On the top of the bare hill ;
There's joy in the mountains ;
Blue sky prevailing;
LYRE! though such power do in thy magic live
As might from India's farthest plain
Assist me to detain
The lovely Fugitive : Check with thy notes the impulse which, betrayed By her sweet farewell looks, I longed to aid. Here let me gaze enrapt upon
Where all things are so fair,
Of this Elysian weather ; And, on or in, or near, the brook, espy Shade upon the sunshine lying
Faint and somewhat pensively; And downward Image gayly vying
With its upright living tree 'Mid silver clouds, and openings of blue sky As soft almost and deep as her cerulean eye.
Nor less the joy with many a glance
up the Stream or down at her beseeching,
To mark its eddying foam-balls prettily distrest
Or watch, with mutual teaching,
Adown a rocky maze;
She had a tall man's height or more ;
feet Descending with a graceful flow, And on her head a cap as white as new-fallen snow.
Her skin was of Egyptian brown:
had seen Its own light to a distance thrown, She towered, fit person for a Queen To lead those ancient Amazonian files; Or ruling Bandit's wife among the Grecian isles.
Advancing, forth she stretched her hand
- a weed of glorious feature.
I left her, and pursued my way;
The other wore a rimless crown,
Yet they, so blithe of heart, seemed unfit
ween, To hunt their fluttering game o’er rock and level