No motion but the moving tide, a breeze,
Or merely silent Nature's breathing life.

Such, in the fond illusion of my heart,
Such picture would I at that time have made;
And seen the soul of truth in every part;
A faith, a trust, that could not be betrayed.

So once it would have been, - 't is so no more;
I have submitted to a new control:

A power is gone, which nothing can restore;
A deep distress hath humanized my soul.
Not for a moment could I now behold
A smiling sea, and be what I have been :
The feeling of my loss will ne'er be old ;
This, which I know, I speak with mind serene.

Then, Beaumont, friend! who would have been the friend

If he had lived, of him whom I deplore,
This work of thine I blame not, but commend,
This sea in anger, and that dismal shore.

O, 't is a passionate work! - yet wise and

well;

Well chosen is the spirit that is here;

That hulk which labors in the deadly swell, This rueful sky, this pageantry of fear !

And this huge castle, standing here sublime, I love to see the look with which it braves, Cased in the unfeeling armor of old time, The lightning, the fierce wind, and trampling

waves.

Farewell, farewell the heart that lives alone,
Housed in a dream, at distance from the kind!
Such happiness, wherever it be known,
Is to be pitied; for 't is surely blind.

But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer, And frequent sights of what is to be borne ! Such sights, or worse, as are before me here. — Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

ODE.

INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD.

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;

So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!

The child is father of the man;

And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

I.

HERE was a time when meadow,
grove, and stream,

The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem

Apparelled in celestial light,

The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it has been of yore;
Turn wheresoe'er I may,

By night or day,

The things which I have seen I now can see

no more!

II.

The rainbow comes and goes,

And lovely is the rose,

The moon doth with delight

Look round her when the heavens are bare. Waters on a starry night

Are beautiful and fair ;

The sunshine is a glorious birth;

But yet I know, where'er I go,

That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.

III.

Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous

song,

And while the young lambs bound

As to the tabor's sound,

To me alone there came a thought of grief; A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong.

The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep,

No more shall grief of mine the season wrong:

I hear the echoes through the mountains

throng,

The winds come to me from the fields of

sleep,

And all the earth is gay :

Land and sea

Give themselves up to jollity,

And with the heart of May

Doth every beast keep holiday;
Thou child of joy,

Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy shepherd boy!

IV.

Ye blesséd creatures, I have heard the call
Ye to each other make; I see

The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ;
My heart is at your festival,

My head hath its coronal,

The fulness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all.
O evil day! if I were sullen
While the earth herself is adorning,

This sweet May morning;

And the children are pulling,

On every side,