Hushed was that House in peace, or seeming peace, Ere the night fell with morrow's dawn the Boy Began his journey, and when he had reached A good report did from their Kinsman come, Wrought at the Sheep-fold. Meantime Luke began There is a comfort in the strength of love; 430 440 450 Years after he had heard this heavy news. There by the Sheep-fold, sometimes was he seen Sitting alone, or with his faithful Dog, Then old, beside him, lying at his feet. 460 The length of full seven years, from time to time, Was sold, and went into a stranger's hand. The Cottage which was named the EVENING STAR 470 Is gone, the ploughshare has been through the ground On which it stood. Great changes have been wrought In all the neighborhood; yet the oak is left That grew beside their door; and the remains Of the unfinished Sheep-fold may be seen Beside the boisterous brook of Green-head Ghyll. 480 THE WATERFALL AND THE EGLANTINE. 1800. 1800. "BEGONE, thou fond presumptuous Elf," Exclaimed an angry Voice, "Nor dare to thrust thy foolish self A small Cascade fresh swoln with snows "Dost thou presume my course to block? I'll hurl thee headlong with the rock To which thy fibres cling." The Flood was tyrannous and strong; The patient Briar suffered long, Nor did he utter groan or sigh, Hoping the danger would be past; But seeing no relief, at last He ventured to reply. "Ah!" said the Briar, " blame me not; Why should we dwell in strife? We who in this sequestered spot Once lived a happy life! ΙΟ 20 What pleasure through my veins you spread! My leaves you freshened and bedewed; That did your cares repay. "When spring came on with bud and bell, Among these rocks did I Before you hang my wreaths, to tell That gentle days were nigh! And in the sultry summer hours I sheltered you with leaves and flowers; Chanted his pretty songs, when you Had little voice or none. 30 40 "But now proud thoughts are in What grief is mine you see, your breast Ah! would you think, even yet how blest Came thundering loud and fast; I listened, nor aught else could hear; THE OAK AND THE BROOM, A PASTORAL. 1800.- 1800. His simple truths did Andrew glean A careful student he had been One winter's night, when through the trees "I saw a crag, a lofty stone As ever tempest beat! Out of its head an Oak had grown, A Broom out of its feet. The time was March, a cheerful noon Breathed gently from the warm south-west : ΙΟ |