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5 She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own.
“Myself will to my darling be
The girl, in rock and plain, 10 In earth and heaven, in glade and bower,
Shall feel an overseeing power
“She shall be sportive as the fawn
That wild with glee across the lawn 15 Or up the mountain springs ;
And hers shall be the breathing balm,
“ The floating clouds their state shall lend 20 To her; for her the willow bend;
Nor shall she fail to see,
25 " The stars of midnight shall be dear
To her; and she shall lean her ear
And beauty born of murmuring sound 30 Shall pass into her face.
“ And vital feelings of delight
Her virgin bosom swell ;
Such thoughts to Lucy I will give 35 While she and I together live
Here in this happy dell.”
Thus Nature spake. — The work was done. —
She died, and left to me
SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN WAYS.
SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
And very few to love:
5 A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be ;
The difference to me!
The daffodils grew, and still grow, on the margin of Ullswater, and probably may be seen to this day as beautiful, in the month of March, nodding their golden heads beside the dancing and foaming waves.
I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
Continuous as the stars that shine
They stretched in never-ending line
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
The waves beside them danced ; but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:
In such a jocund company :
For oft, when on my couch I lie
They flash upon that inward eye
TO THE DAISY.
With little here to do or see
For thou art worthy,
Which Love makes for thee!
Oft on the dappled turf at ease
Thoughts of thy raising :
I give to thee, for praise or blame, 15 As is the humor of the game,
While I am gazing.
A nun demure, of lowly port:
Of all temptations ;
queen in crown of rubies drest; A starveling in a scanty vest ; Are all, as seems to suit thee best,
25 A little cyclops, with one eye
Staring to threaten and defy,
The freak is over,
The shape will vanish, — and behold 30 A silver shield with boss of gold, That spreads itself, some faery bold
In fight to cover!
I see thee glittering from afar,
And then thou art a pretty star;
In heaven above thee!
Who shall reprove thee!
Bright Flower! for by that name at last,
Sweet, silent creature!
Do thou, as thou art wont, repair
Of thy meek nature!
“ Busk ye,
See the various Poems the scene of which is laid upon the banks of the Yarrow; in particular, the exquisite Ballad of Hamilton beginning,
ye, my bonny, bonny Bride,
busk ye, my winsome Marrow !"