15. "Beloved Vale!" I said, "when I shall con To see the Trees, which I had thought so tall, I looked, I stared, I smiled, I laughed; and all The weight of sadness was in wonder lost. 16. Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne did shroud, But all the steps and ground about were strown Sick, hale, old, young, who cried before that cloud, 66 "Thou art our king, O Death! to thee we groan." I seem'd to mount those steps; the vapours gave Smooth way; and I beheld the face of one Sleeping alone within a mossy cave, With her face up to heaven; that seem'd to have Pleasing remembrance of a thought foregone; A lovely Beauty in a summer grave! To the 17. Lady! the songs of Spring were in the grove A labyrinth Lady! which your feet shall rove. And all the mighty ravishment of Spring. VOL. I. 18. The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The Winds that will be howling at all hours And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune; It moves us not- Great God! I'd rather be - A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. 19. It is a beauteous Evening, calm and free; And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder-everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear'st untouch'd by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine, |