Along the river's stony marge The sand-lark chants a joyous song; And carols loud and strong. A thousand lambs are on the rocks, That plaintive cry! which up the hill -Away the shepherds flew ; They leapt they ran-and when they came Here Cross, if you dare, where I shall crossCome on, and tread where I shall tread." The other took him at his word, And followed as he led. It was a spot which you may see If ever you to Langdale go; Into a chasm a mighty block Hath fallen, and made a bridge of rock: And, in a basin black and small, With staff in hand across the cleft When list! he hears a piteous moan- His dam had seen him when he fell, The lamb, still swimming round and round, EUSEBIUS. I HAVE a boy of five years old; One morn we strolled on our dry walk, As we are wont to do. My thoughts on former pleasures ran; A day it was when I could bear The green earth echoed to the feet Birds warbled round me-and each trace My boy beside me tripped, so slim "Now tell me, had you rather be," In careless mood he looked at me, cannot tell, I do not know." "Why, this is strange," said I ; "For, here are woods, hills smooth and warm: There surely must some reason be Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm For Kilve by the green sea.'" " At this, my boy hung down his head, His head he raised-there was in sight, D bones; The Magog of Legberthwaite dale. Just half a week after, the wind sallied forth, And, in anger or merriment, out of the north, Coming on with a terrible pother, From the peak of the crag blew the giant away. And what did these school-boys?—The very next day They went and they built up another. At remembrance whereof my blood sometimes will flag; Then, light-hearted Boys, to the top of the crag; And I'll build up a giant with you. 1801. XIV. THE PET-LAMB, A PASTORAL. THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink; I heard a voice; it said, "Drink, pretty creature, drink!" And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied A snow-white mountain-lamb with a Maiden at its side. Nor sheep nor kine were near; the lamb was all alone, And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone; With one knee on the grass did the little Maiden kneel, While to that mountain-lamb she gave its evening meal. GREAT HOW is a single and conspicuous hill, which rises towards the foot of Thirlmere, on the western side of the beautiful dale of Legberthwaite. If the sun be shining hot, do but stretch thy woollen chain, This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain; For rain and mountain-storms! the like thou need'st not fear, The rain and storm are things that scarcely can came here. Rest, little young One, rest; thou hast forgot the day When my father found thee first in places far away; Many flocks were on the hills, but thou wert owned by none, And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone. He took thee in his arms, and in pity brought thee home: A blessed day for thee! then whither wouldst thou roam? A faithful nurse thou hast; the dam that did thee yean Upon the mountain tops no kinder could have been, Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran; That 'tis thy mother's heart which is working so in thee? Things that I know not of belike to thee are dear, And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear. Alas, the mountain-tops that look so green and fair! I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play, When they are angry, roar like lions for their prey. Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky; Night and day thou art safe,-our cottage is hard by. Why bleat so after me? Why pull so at thy chain? Sleep-and at break of day I will come to thee again!" -As homeward through the lane I went with lazy feet, This song to myself did I oftentimes repeat; And it seemed, as I retraced the ballad line by line, That but half of it was hers, and one half of it was mine. Again, and once again, did I repeat the song; "Nay," said I, "more than half to the damsel must belong, For she looked with such a look, and she spake with such a tone, That I almost received her heart into my own." 1800. XV. TO H. C. SIX YEARS OLD. O THOU! whose fancies from afar are brought; The breeze-like motion and the self-born carol; To brood on air than on an earthly stream; I think of thee with many fears I thought of times when Pain might be thy guest, Lord of thy house and hospitality; vain and causeless melancholy! Thou art a dew-drop, which the morn brings forth, Ill fitted to sustain unkindly shocks, A But, at the touch of wrong, without a strife Slips in a moment out of life. 1802. XVI. INFLUENCE OF NATURAL OBJECTS IN CALLING FORTH AND STRENGTHENING THE FROM AN UNPUBLISHED POEM. [This extract is reprinted from "THE FRIEND."] Nor was this fellowship vouchsafed to me I heeded not the summons: happy time steel We hissed along the polished ice, in games Confederate, imitative of the chase |