There healthy as a shepherd-boy, Thou, while thy babes around thee cling,' Thy thoughts and feelings shall not die, But an old age serene and bright, IV. FROM THE TABLES TURNED. SWEET is the lore which Nature brings; Misshapes the beauteous forms of things: Enough of science and of art; Close up these barren leaves: Come forth, and bring with you a heart V. FROM EXPOSTULATION AND REPLY. THE eye, it cannot choose but see; Nor less I deem that there are powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness. Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum 1805. 1798. ་ Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, Conversing as I may, I sit upon this old gray stone And dream my time away. VI. TO LADY FLEMING. LIVES there a man whose sole delights Could strip, for aught the prospects yields To him, their verdure from the fields; A soul so pitiably forlorn If such do on this earth abide, May turn indifference to pride; VII. SONG FOR THE SPINNING WHEEL. SWIFTLY turn the murmuring wheel! Help, as if from faery power; Dewy night o'ershades the ground: Turn the swift wheel round and round! Now, beneath the starry sky, Couch the widely-scattered sheep ;— Ply the pleasant labour, ply! For the spindle, while they sleep, 1798. 1823. Short-lived likings may be bred 1812. VIII. A NIGHT-PIECE. THE sky is overcast With a continuous cloud of texture close, Chequering the ground, from rock, plant, tree or tower. Bent earthwards; he looks up,—the clouds are split The clear moon, and the glory of the heavens. Built round by those white clouds, enormous clouds, At length the vision closes; and the mind, IX. THE MOON. YES, lovely moon! if thou so mildly bright 1798. |