Within this nook the lonesome bird No beast, no bird hath here his home; A spirit of noon-day is he ; He seems a form of flesh and blood; A harp is from his shoulder slung Of flocks upon the neighbouring hill There sits he: in his face you spy The lovely Danish boy is blest For calm and gentle is his mien; He paced along; and, pensively, Fixed on a star his upward eye; Fire raged, and when the spangled floor And all the happy souls that rode He turned, and watched with kindred look, Had heretofore, in humble trust, A glow-worm, in a dusky nook, Shone meekly 'mid their native dust, This knowledge, from an angel's voice HINT FROM THE MOUNTAINS FOR CERTAIN POLITICAL PRETENDERS. "WHO but hails the sight with pleasure With great enterprise ; The stormy skies! "Mark him, how his power he uses, Clouds and utter glooms! ANSWER. "Stranger, 'tis no act of courage Such it is;-the aspiring creature A dull helpless thing, By their floating mill, That lies dead and still, Behold yon prisoners three, The miller with two dames, on the breast of the Thames! [them all; The platform is small, but gives room for And they're dancing merrily. From the shore come the notes In sight of the spires, Of the sun going down to his rest, While they dance on the calm river's breast. Men and maidens wheel, They themselves make the reel, And their music's a prey which they seize; It plays not for them,--what matter? 'tis theirs; [cares, And if they had care, it has scattered their While they dance, crying, "Long as ye please!" They dance not for me, Yet mine is their glee! Thus pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts, to be claimed by whoever shall find; [kind, Thus a rich loving-kindness, redundantly Moves all nature to gladness and mirth. The showers of the spring Rouse the birds, and they sing; If the wind do but stir for his proper delight, Each leaf, that and this, his neighbour will kiss; [his brother; Each wave, one and t'other, speeds after They are happy, for that is their right! ADDRESS TO MY INFANT DAUGHTER, Happier, far happier is thy lot and ours! Even now-To solemnize thy helpless state, And to enliven in the mind's regard ON BEING REMINDED, THAT SHE WAS A Thy passive beauty-parallels have risen, MONTH OLD ON THAT DAY. HAST thou then survived, Mild offspring of infirm humanity, Already hast survived that great decay; That transformation through the wide earth felt, And by all nations. In that Being's sight A measure is of Thee, whose claims extend Or the night's darkness, or its cheerful face Thine infant history, on the minds of those Who might have wandered with thee.Mother's love, Nor less than mother's love in other breasts, Will, among us warm clad and warmly housed, Do for thee what the finger of the heavens Resemblances, or contrasts, that connect, Within the region of a father's thoughts, Thee and thy mate and sister of the sky. And first;-thy sinless progress, through a world By sorrow darkened and by care disturbed, Apt likeness bears to hers, through gathered clouds, Moving untouched in silver purity, And cheering oft-times their reluctant gloom. [stain: Fair are ye both, and both are free from But thou, how leisurely thou fill'st thy horn With brightness - leaving her to post along, And range about-disquieted in change, And still impatient of the shape she wears. Once up, once down the hill, one journey, babe, That will suffice thee; and it seems that now Thou hast fore-knowledge that such task is thine; Thou travell'st so contentedly, and sleep'st In such a heedless peace. Alas! full soon Hath this conception, grateful to behold, Changed countenance, like an object sullied o'er By breathing mist! and thine appears to be A mournful labour, while to her is given Hope-and a renovation without end. That smile forbids the thought;-for on thy face [dawn, Smiles are beginning, like the beams of To shoot and circulate;-smiles have there been seen, Tranquil assurances that Heaven supports The feeble motions of thy life, and cheers Thy loneliness;--or shall those smiles be called Feelers of love,-put forth as if to explore This untried world, and to prepare thy way Through a strait passage intricate and dim? Such are they,- and the same are tokens, signs, [arrived, Which, when the appointed season hath Joy, as her holiest language, shall adopt; And reason's godlike power be proud to own. 86 Poems of the Imagination. THERE was a boy; ye knew him well, ye | And islands of Winander! many a time, Pressed closely palm to palm and to his Across the watery vale, and shout again, That pauses of deep silence mocked his skill, Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Into the bosom of the steady lake. This boy was taken from his mates, and died [old. In childhood, ere he was full twelve years Fair is the spot, most beautiful the vale Where he was born: the grassy church-yard hangs Upon a slope above the village school; At evening, I believe, that oftentimes ΤΟ ON HER FIRST ASCENT TO THE SUMMIT INMATE of a mountain-dwelling, From the watch-towers of Helvellyn; Potent was the spell that bound thee, For blue ether's arms, flung round thee, Lo! the dwindled woods and meadows! Lo! the clouds, the solemn shadows, And a record of commotion Take thy flight;-possess, inherit Or survey the bright dominiors Thine are all the choral fountains To Niphate's top invited, For the power of hills is on thee, TO THE CUCKOO. O BLITHE new-comer! I have heard, O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, While I am lying on the gras |