II. THE TABLES TURNED. An evening scene on the same subject. Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books ; Or surely you'll grow double: Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; The sun, above the mountain's head, Through all the long green fields has spread, Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! She has a world of ready wealth, Our minds and hearts to bless- One impulse from a vernal wood Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Misshapes the beauteous forms of things- Enough of Science and of Art; Close up those barren leaves; INFLUENCE OF NATURAL OBJECTS IN CALLING FORTH AND STRENGTHENING THE IMAGINATION IN BOYHOOD AND EARLY YOUTH. ISDOM and Spirit of the universe! WISD Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought! And giv'st to forms and images a breath Nor was this fellowship vouchsafed to me When vapours rolling down the valleys made It was a time of rapture! Clear and loud That cares not for his home. -All shod with steel And woodland pleasures- the resounding horn, Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars, Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay, or sportively Glanced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng, To cut across the reflex of a star; Image, that, flying still before me, gleamed FIVE POEMS RELATING TO LUCY. I. I TRAVELLED unknown men, among Nor, England! did I know till then 'Tis past, that melancholy dream! Among thy mountains did I feel And she I cherished turned her wheel Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed II. STRANGE fits of passion have I known: But in the Lover's ear alone, What once to me befel. When she I loved looked every day Upon the moon I fixed my eye, With quickening pace my horse drew nigh And now we reached the orchard-plot; In one of those sweet dreams I slept- My horse moved on; hoof after hoof |