The heart that loved her: 't is her privilege, And let the misty mountain winds be free For all sweet sounds and harmonies, O, then, Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts And these my exhortations! Nor perchance, If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence, wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream 130 140 150 And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake. 160 'SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN WAYS.' SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye !-— Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know But she is in her grave, and, O, The difference to me! 'I TRAVELLED AMONG UNKNOWN MEN.' I TRAVELLED among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England, did I know till then 'Tis past, that melancholy dream! A second time; for still I seem Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire; And she I cherished turned her wheel Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed "THREE YEARS SHE GREW.' THREE years she grew in sun and shower, This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make 'Myself will to my darling be In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, To kindle or restrain. 'She shall be sportive as the fawn And hers shall be the breathing balm, Of mute insensate things. 'The floating clouds their state shall lend To her, for her the willow bend d; Nor shall she fail to see Grace that shall mould the maiden's form 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound 'And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.' Thus Nature spake.—The work was done- She died, and left to me This heath, this calm and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be. 20 30 40 |