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We rose up from the fountain-site,
And down the smooth descent
Of the green sheep-track did we glide,
And through the wood we went to

And, ere we came to Leonard's Rock, He sang those witty rhymest Abont the crazy old Church-clock, And the bewilderd Chimes.

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- It seem'd a day, One of those heavenly days which cannot die, When forth I sallied from our cottage door, * And with a wallet o'er my shoulder slung, A nutting crook in hand, I turu'd my steps Towards the distant woods, a Figure quaint, "Trick'd out in proud disguise of Beggar's weeds Put on for the occasion, by advice And exhortation of my frugal Dame. Motley accoutrements ! of power to smile At thorns, and brakes, and brambles, and in •

truth, More ragged than need was. Among the

woods, And o'er the pathless rocks, I forc'd my way Until, at length, I came to one dear nook Unvisited, where not a broken bough

The house at which I was boarded during the time I was at School.

Droop'd with its wither'd leaves, ungracious

sign Of devastation, but the hazels rose Tall and erect, with milk-white clusters hung, A virgin scene!-A little while I stood, Preathing with such suppression of the heart As joy delights in; and with wise restraint Voluptuous, fearless of a rival, eyed The banquet, or beneath the trees I sate Among the flowers, and with the flowers I

play'd; A temper known to those, who, after long And weary expectation, have been bless'd With sudden happiness beyond all hope. Perhaps it was a bower beneath whose leaves The violets of five seasons re-appear , And fade, unseen by any


eye, Where fairy water-breaks do murmur on For ever, and I saw the sparkling foam, And with my cheek on one of those green stones That fleec'd with moss, beneath the shady

- trees, Lay round me scatter'd like a flock of sheep, I heard the murinur and the murmuring sound, In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay Tribute to ease, and of its joy secure, The heart luxuriates with indifferent things, Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones, And on the vacant air. Then up I rose,


And dragg'd to earth both branch and bough,

with crash And merciless ravage; and the shady nook of hazels, and the green and mossy bower Deform’d and sullied, patiently gave up Their quiet being; and unless I now Confound my present feelings with the past, Even then, when from the bower I turn'd away, Exulting, rich beyond the wealth of kings, I felt a sense of pain when I beheld The silent trees and the intruding sky.

Then dearest Maiden! move along these

shades In gentleness of heart'with gentle hand Touch, for there is a Spirit in the woods.

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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
A Lady of my own.

“ 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
*That wild with glee across the lawn
Or up the mountain springs,
And hers shall be the breathing balm,
And hers the silence and the calm
Of mute insensate things,


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