That ask no aid of sail or oar, That fear no spite of wind or tide! Nought cared this body for wind or weather 15 When Youth and I lived in't together. Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like; O! the joys, that came down shower-like, Ere I was old? Ah woeful Ere, It cannot be that thou art gone! This drooping gait, this alter'd size : And tears take sunshine from thine eyes! Dew-drops are the gems of morning, That only serves to make us grieve S. T. COLERIDGE. 19 25 30 35 40 45 281 THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS We walk'd along, while bright and red And Matthew stopp'd, he look'd, and said, A village schoolmaster was he, As blithe a man as you could see And on that morning, through the grass We travell'd merrily, to pass A day among the hills. 6 'Our work,' said I, was well begun ; Then, from thy breast what thought, Beneath so beautiful a sun, So sad a sigh has brought?' A second time did Matthew stop; And fixing still his eye Upon the eastern mountain-top, To me he made reply: 'Yon cloud with that long purple cleft Brings fresh into my mind 5 10 15 20 A day like this, which I have left Full thirty years behind. And just above yon slope of corn 25 Were in the sky, that April morn, Of this the very brother. 'With rod and line I sued the sport Which that sweet season gave, 30 And, to the churchyard come, stopp'd short Beside my daughter's grave. 'Nine summers had she scarcely seen, The pride of all the vale; And then she sang ; she would have been A very nightingale. 'Six feet in earth my Emma lay; For so it seem'd,—than till that day ' And turning from her grave, I met 'A basket on her head she bare Her brow was smooth and white : 'No fountain from its rocky cave There came from me a sigh of pain I looked at her, and looked again : -Matthew is in his grave, yet now As at that moment, with a bough 36 40 45 50 55 60 W. WORDSWORTH. 282 THE FOUNTAIN A Conversation We talk'd with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true, A pair of friends, though I was young, We lay beneath a spreading oak, And from the turf a fountain broke 5 'Now, Matthew!' said I, 'let us match This water's pleasant tune 10 With some old border-song, or catch 'Or of the church-clock and the chimes Sing here beneath the shade That half-mad thing of witty rhymes 15 In silence Matthew lay, and eyed And thus the dear old man replied, No check, no stay, this Streamlet fears, "Twill murmur on a thousand years 'And here, on this delightful day, 'My eyes are dim with childish tears, For the same sound is in my ears Thus fares it still in our decay: And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away, The blackbird amid leafy trees, The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. 40 35 330 25 20 With Nature never do they wage A happy youth, and their old age 'But we are press'd by heavy laws; We wear a face of joy, because We have been glad of yore. 45 'If there be one who need bemoan His kindred laid in earth, 50 The household hearts that were his own, It is the man of mirth. My days, my friend, are almost gone, And many love me; but by none 55 Am I enough beloved.' 'Now both himself and me he wrongs, The man who thus complains ! I live and sing my idle songs 60 And, Matthew, for thy children dead At this he grasp'd my hand and said, We rose up from the fountain-side; And, ere we came to Leonard's rock, About the crazy old church-clock W. WORDSWORTH. 65 70 |