5 When last along its banks I wandered, The mighty Minstrel breathes no longer, Nor has the rolling year twice measured, The rapt one, of the godlike forehead, Like clouds that rake the mountain-summits, 25 Yet I, whose lids from infant slumber Our haughty life is crowned with darkness, 30 Like London with its own black wreath, On which, with thee, O Crabbe! forth-looking, I gazed from Hampstead's breezy heath. As if but yesterday departed, Mourn rather for that holy Spirit, Sweet as the spring, as ocean deep; For her who, ere her summer faded, 40 Has sunk into a breathless sleep. No more of old romantic sorrows, For slaughtered youth or love-lorn maid! RESOLUTION AND INDEPENDENCE. THERE was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now the sun is rising calm and bright; The birds are singing in the distant woods; 5 Over his own sweet voice the stock-dove broods; The jay makes answer as the magpie chatters; And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters. All things that love the sun are out of doors; 10 The grass is bright with rain-drops; on the moors Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run. 39. Felicia Hemans. 15 I was a Traveller then upon the moor; I saw the hare that raced about with joy; I heard the woods and distant waters roar; Or heard them not, as happy as a boy : The pleasant season did my heart employ: 20 My old remembrances went from me wholly ; And all the ways of men, so vain and melancholy. But, as it sometimes chanceth, from the might To me that morning did it happen so; I heard the skylark warbling in the sky; 30 And I bethought me of the playful hare : Even such a happy child of earth am I; Even as these blissful creatures do I fare; Far from the world I walk, and all from care; But there may come another day to me, 35 Solitude, pain of heart, distress, and poverty. My whole life I have lived in pleasant thought, Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; 50 Now, whether it were by peculiar grace, A leading from above, a something given, Yet it befell, that, in this lonely place, When I with these untoward thoughts had striven, Beside a pool bare to the eye of heaven, 55 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 60 By what means it could thither come, and whence: Such seemed this man, not all alive nor dead, 70 A more than human weight upon his frame had cast. 45. Robert Burns. Himself he propped, limbs, body, and pale face, At length, himself unsettling, he the pond Stirred with his staff, and fixedly did look 80 Upon that muddy water, which he conned, As if he had been reading in a book: And now a stranger's privilege I took; And, drawing to his side, to him did say, "This morning gives us promise of a glorious day." 85 A gentle answer did the old man make, In courteous speech which forth he slowly drew; And him with further words I thus bespake : "What occupation do you there pursue? This is a lonesome place for one like you." 90 Ere he replied, a flash of mild surprise Broke from the sable orbs of his yet vivid eyes. His words came feebly, from a feeble chest, But each in solemn order followed each, With something of a lofty utterance drest,— 95 Choice word and measured phrase, above the reach Of ordinary men; a stately speech; Such as grave livers do in Scotland use, Religious men, who give to God and man their dues. He told, that to these waters he had come 100 To gather leeches, being old and poor: |