Others, too, of lofty mien ; They have done as worldlings do, Prophet of delight and mirth, TO THE SAME FLOWER. 1802. - 1807. PLEASURES newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet: February last, my heart First at sight of thee was glad; All unheard of as thou art, Thou must needs, I think, have had, Celandine! and long ago, Praise of which I nothing know. I have not a doubt but he, 60 ΙΟ THERE was a roaring in the wind all night; All things that love the sun are out of doors; The grass is bright with rain-drops; on the moors And with her feet she from the plashy earth Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run. I was a Traveller then upon the moor, I saw the hare that raced about with joy; But, as it sometimes chanceth, from the might Of joy in minds that can no further go, In our dejection do we sink as low; IO 20 To me that morning did it happen so : And fears and fancies thick upon me came; Dim sadness and blind thoughts, I knew not, nor could name. I heard the skylark warbling in the sky; 30 My whole life I have lived in pleasant thought, 40 Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride; We Poets in our youth begin in gladness: But thereof come in the end despondency and madness. Now, whether it were by peculiar grace, A leading from above, a something given, When I with these untoward thoughts had striven, I saw a Man before me unawares : The oldest man he seemed that ever wore gray hairs. As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence ; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense, 50 60 |