2.

The Sun has long been set:

The Stars are out by twos and threes;

The little Birds are piping yet

Among the bushes and trees;

There's a Cuckoo, and one or two thrushes; And a noise of wind that rushes,

With a noise of water that gushes;

And the Cuckoo's sovereign cry

Fills all the hollow of the sky!

Who would go "parading"
go"

In London, and "masquerading,"

On such a night of June?

With that beautiful soft half-moon,

And all these innocent blisses,

On such a night as this is!

3.

O Nightingale! thon surely art

A Creature of a fiery heart

These notes of thine they pierce, and pierce;
Tumultuous harmony and fierce!

Thou sing'st as if the God of wine
Had help'd thee to a Valentine;
A song in mockery and despite
Of shades, and dews, and silent Night,

And steady bliss, and all the Loves

Now sleeping in these peaceful groves!

I heard a Stockdove sing or say
His homely tale, this very day.
His voice was buried among trees,
Yet to be come at by the breeze:
He did not cease; but coo'd-and coo'd;
And somewhat pensively he woo'd:

He sang of love with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the Song, the Song for me!

My heart leaps up when I behold
A Rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began;

So is it now I am a Man;

So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die!

The Child is Father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.

5.

WRITTEN IN MARCH,

While resting on the Bridge at the Foot of Brother's

Water.

The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,

The small birds twitter,

The lake doth glitter,

The

green

field sleeps in the sun;

The oldest and youngest

Are at work with the strongest;

The cattle are grazing,

Their heads never raising;

There are forty feeding like one!