Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear to-night away : 11 Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth ? Come, blesséd barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health! W. WORDSWORTH. 267 THE SOLDIER'S DREAM Our buglessang truce,forthe night-cloud had lower'd, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. 4 When reposing that night on my pallet of straw By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw ; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track: "Twas autumn,-and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft 13 In life's morning march, when my bosom was young; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, 15 And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part; 18 My little ones kiss'd me a thousand times o'er, And iny wife sobb'd aloud in her fullness of heart. Stay-stay with us !—rest !—thou art weary and worn! And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay ;But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away. T. CAMPBELL. 268 A DREAM OF THE UNKNOWN I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way Mix'd with a sound of waters murmuring There grew pied wind-flowers and violets, Daisies, those pearl'd Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets; 10 Faint oxlips; tender blue-bells, at whose birth The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets Like a child, half in tenderness and mirthIts mother's face with heaven's collected tears, 15 When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears. And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine, Green cow-bind and the moonlight-colour'd may, And cherry-blossoms, and white cups, whose wine Was the bright dew yet drain'd not by the day; And wild roses, and ivy serpentine 21 With its dark buds and leaves, wandering astray; And flowers azure, black, and streak'd with gold, Fairer than any waken'd eyes behold. And nearer to the river's trembling edge 25 There grew broad flag-flowers, purple prank And starry river buds among the sedge, 31 36 Methought that of these visionary flowers 269 THE INNER VISION Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes To pace the ground, if path be there or none, While a fair region round the traveller lies Which he forbears again to look upon; Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, The work of Fancy, or some happy tone Of meditation, slipping in between The beauty coming and the beauty gone. 5 If Thought and Love desert us, from that day Let us break off all commerce with the Muse : With Thought and Love companions of our way— 12 Whate'er the senses take or may refuse,— The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews Of inspiration on the humblest lay. 270 W. WORDSWORTH THE REALM OF FANCY Ever let the Fancy roam! At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, 5 Then let wingéd Fancy wander She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar. 10 15 When the soundless earth is muffled, 20 From the ploughboy's heavy shoon ; When the Night doth meet the Noon To banish Even from her sky. -Sit thee there, and send abroad, Fancy, high-commission'd :—send her ! She will bring thee, all together, From dewy sward or thorny spray ; And thou shalt quaff it ;-thou shalt hear Rustle of the reapéd corn; And in the same moment-hark! Sweet birds antheming the morn : "Tis the early April lark, 35 40 Or the rooks, with busy caw, Sapphire queen of the mid-May; 45 50 55 60 Then the hurry and alarm When the bee-hive casts its swarm; Acorns ripe down-pattering 65 While the autumn breezes sing. O sweet Fancy! let her loose; Everything is spoilt by use: Where's the cheek that doth not fade, 70 Whose lip mature is ever new? Where's the eye, however blue, 75 80 |