And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew, I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new. "Thy limbs will shortly be twice as stout as they are now, Then I'll yoke thee to my cart like a pony in the plough; My playmate thou shalt be; and when the wind is cold Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall be thy fold. "It will not, will not rest!-poor creature, can it be 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, 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." < THE IDLE SHEPHERD-BOYS; OR, DUNGEON-GHYLL-FORCE. A PASTORAL. THE Valley rings with mirth and joy; The magpie chatters with delight: Or through the glittering vapours dart Beneath a rock upon the grass, On pipes of sycamore they play Their rusty hats they trim; And thus, as happy as the day, Those shepherds wear the time away. Along the river's stony marge A thousand lambs are on the rocks, Keep jubilee; and more than all, That plaintive cry! which up the hill Said Walter, leaping from the ground, They leapt, they ran, and when they came 'Stop!" to his comrade Walter criesJames stopped with no good will: Said Walter then, "Your task is here, "Twill baffle you for half a year. "Cross, if you dare, where I shall crossCome on, and in my footsteps 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: The gulf is deep below; And in a basin black and small Receives a lofty waterfall. With staff in hand, across the cleft When list! he hears a piteous moan Again! his heart within him dies- And, looking down, espies A lamb, that in the pool is pent The lamb had slipped into the stream, His dam had seen him when he fell, Sent forth a cry forlorn, The lamb, still swimming round and round, Made answer to that plaintive sound. When he had learnt what thing it was That sent this rueful cry; I ween The boy recovered heart, and told He drew it gently from the pool, And brought it forth into the light: Into their arms the lamb they took, Said they, "He's neither maimed nor scarred." Those idle shepherd-boys upbraid, TO H. C. SIX YEARS OLD. O THOU whose fancies from afar are brought ! The breeze-like motion and the self-born carol; In such clear water that thy boat May rather seem To brood on air than on an earthly stream; That art so exquisitely wild, I think of thee with many fears For what may be thy lot in future years. I thought of times when pain might be thy guest, Lord of thy house and hospitality! And grief, uneasy lover! never rest But when she sate within the touch of thee. Oh, too industrious folly! Oh, vain and causeless melancholy ! Nature will either end thee quite, Or, lengthening out thy season of delight, |