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This boy was taken from his mates, and died In childhood, ere he was full twelve years old. Fair is the spot, most beautiful the vale Where he was born : the grassy churchyard hangs Upon a slope above the village school; And through that churchyard when my way has led At evening, I believe, that oftentimes A long half-hour together I have stood Mute-looking at the grave in which he lies !
ON HER FIRST ASCENT TO THE SUMMIT OF HELVELLYX.
INMATE of a mountain-dwelling,
Or survey the bright dominions
Thine are all the choral fountains
TO THE CUCKOO. O blithe new-comer! I have heard, I hear thee and rejoice. O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass At once far off and near.
Though babbling only, to the vale,
Thrice welcome, darling of the spring!
The sky is overcast With a continuous cloud of texture close, Heavy and wan, all whitened by the moon, Which through that veil is indistinctly seen, A dull, contracted circle, yielding light So feebly spread, that not a shadow falls, Chequering the ground—from rock, plant, tree, or tower. At length a pleasant instantaneous gleam Startles the pensive traveller while he treads His lonesome path, with unobserving eye Bent earthwards: he looks up—the clouds are split
Asunder,-and above his head he sees
WATER-FOWL. MARK how the feathered tenants of the food, With grace of motion that might scarcely seein Inferior to angelical, prolong Their curious pastime! shaping in mid air (And sometimes with ambitious wing that soars High as the level of the inountain tops) A circuit ampler than the lake beneath, Their own domain ;-but ever, while intent On tracing and retracing that large round, Their jubilant activity
olves Hundreds of curves and circles, to and fro, Upward and downward, progress intricate Yet unperplexed, as if one spirit swayed Their indefatigable flight.- 'Tis doneTen times, or more, I fancied it had ceased; But lo! the vanished company again Ascending ;-they approach-I hear their wings Faint, faint at first ; and then an eager sound,
Past in a moment—and as faint again!
YEW-TREES. There is a yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, Which to this day stands single, in the midst Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore, Not loth to furnish weapons for the bands Of Umfraville or Percy ere they marched To Scotland's heaths; or those that crossed the sea And drew their sounding bows at Azincour, Perhaps at earlier Crecy, or Poictiers. Of vast circumference and gloom profound This solitary tree !-a living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed. But worthier still of note Are those fraternal four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove; Huge trunks!—and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved, Nor uninformed with phantasy, and looks That threaten the profane ;-a pillared shade, Upon whose grassless floor of red-brown hue, By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged Perennially-beneath whose sable roof