Along the floor, beneath the shade Some Robin Good-fellow were there, And all those leaves, that jump and spring, Were each a joyous, living thing. Oh! grant me Heaven a heart at ease, That I may never cease to find, Even in appearances like these, Enough to nourish and to stir my 'mind! SONG FOR THE WANDERING JEW. Though the torrents from their fountains Yet they find among the mountains Though almost with eagle pinion If on windy days the Raven Not the less he loves his haven On the bosom of the cliff. |