A countenance in which did meet W. Wordsworth CCXVIII She is not fair to outward view Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me. O then I saw her eye was bright, But now her looks are coy and cold, Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are. H. Coleridge CCXIX I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden; I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion; Innocent is the heart's devotion With which I worship thine. P. B. Shelley CCXX She dwelt among the untrodden ways 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 When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me! W. Wordsworth CCXXI I travell❜d among unknown men 'Tis past, that melancholy dream! To love thee more and more. Among thy mountains did I feel And she I cherish'd turn'd her wheel Beside an English fire. Thy mornings show'd, thy nights conceal'd 'The bowers where Lucy play'd; And thine too is the last green field IV. IVordsworth CCXXII THE EDUCATION OF NATURE Three years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown : This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make 'Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse: and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain. 'She shall be sportive as the fawn And her's shall be the breathing balm, P 'The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Ev'n in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. '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 How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be. W. Wordsworth CCXXIII A slumber did my spirit seal; She seem'd a thing that could not feel No motion has she now, no force; W. Wordsworth CCXXIV A LOST LOVE I meet thy pensive, moonlight face; And former hours and scenes retrace, Then sighs and tears flow fast and free, There are crush'd hearts that will not break ; And mine, methinks, is one; Or thus I should not weep and wake, And thou to slumber gone. I little thought it thus could be In days more sad and fair That earth could have a place for me, Yet death cannot our hearts divide, Yet never, never can we part, Till we shall meet again. H. F. Lyte CCXXV LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER A Chieftain to the Highlands bound |