Meanwhile were mine; till, one bright April day, Much wondering how I could have sought in vain For an allotted interval of ease, Under my cottage-roof, had gladly come A heart more wakeful; and had worn the track In that habitual restlessness of foot That haunts the Sailor measuring o'er and o'er When thou hadst quitted Esthwaite's pleasant shore, But thou, a School-boy, to the sea hadst carried Was with thee; she, who loved us both, she still A silent Poet; from the solitude Of the vast sea didst bring a watchful heart "'TIS SAID, THAT SOME HAVE DIED FOR LOVE." 93 And an eye practised like a blind man's touch. Of clouded splendour, on this dream-like sight My Brother, and on all which thou hast lost. In some far region, here, while o'er my head, Mingling most earnest wishes for the day When we, and others whom we love, shall meet "TIS SAID, THAT SOME HAVE DIED FOR LOVE.” Composed 1800. Published 1800. 'TIS said, that some have died for love : And there is one whom I five years have known : Upon Helvellyn's side: He loved the pretty Barbara died; And thus he makes his moan: Three years had Barbara in her grave been laid "Oh, move, thou Cottage, from behind that oak ! Or let the aged tree uprooted lie, That in some other way yon smoke May mount into the sky! The clouds pass on; they from the heavens depart : I look-the sky is empty space; I know not what I trace; But when I cease to look, my hand is on my heart. O! what a weight is in these shades! Ye leaves, That murmur once so dear, when will it cease? Your sound my heart of rest bereaves, It robs my heart of peace. Thou Thrush, that singest loud-and loud and free, Into yon row of willows flit, Upon that alder sit; Or sing another song, or choose another tree. Roll back, sweet Rill! back to thy mountain-bounds, And there for ever be thy waters chained! For thou dost haunt the air with sounds That cannot be sustained; If still beneath that pine-tree's ragged bough Oh let it then be dumb! Be anything, sweet Rill, but that which thou art now. Thou Eglantine, so bright with sunny showers, Proud as a rainbow spanning half the vale, Thou one fair shrub, oh! shed thy flowers, For thus to see thee nodding in the air, Disturbs me till the sight is more than I can bear." The Man who makes this feverish complaint 1801. THE SPARROW'S NEST. (21) Composed 1801. Published 1807. BEHOLD, within the leafy shade, Those bright blue eggs together laid! I started-seeming to espy The home and sheltered bed, The Sparrow's dwelling, which, hard by My Father's house, in wet or dry My sister Emmeline and I Together visited. She looked at it and seemed to fear it ; The Blessing of my later years She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; 1802. BEGGARS. Composed 1802. SHE had a tall man's height or more; Her face from summer's noontide heat No bonnet shaded, but she wore A mantle, to her very feet Descending with a graceful flow, Published 1807. And on her head a cap as white as new-fallen snow. Her skin was of Egyptian brown : Haughty, as if her eye had seen Its own light to a distance thrown, To lead those ancient Amazonian files; Or ruling Bandit's wife among the Grecian isles. Advancing, forth she stretched her hand And begged an alms with doleful plea Such woes, I knew, could never be ; And yet a boon I gave her, for the creature Was beautiful to see-a weed of glorious feature. I left her, and pursued my way; And soon before me did espy A pair of little Boys at play, Chasing a crimson butterfly; The taller followed with his hat in hand, Wreathed round with yellow flowers the gayest of the land. |