The rolling seasons, day and night, Sun, moon, and stars, the earth and main, 30 The eye that contemplates it well perceives Ordered by an Intelligence so wise, As might confound the atheist's sophistries. Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen Wrinkled and keen; No grazing cattle through their prickly round Can reach to wound; But, as they grow where nothing is to fear, I love to view these things with curious eyes, And in this wisdom of the Holly Tree Can emblems see, Wherewith perchance to make a pleasant rhyme, 5 ΙΟ 15 Thus, though abroad perchance I might appear Harsh and austere; To those who on my leisure would intrude, Reserved and rude ; Gentle at home amid my friends I'd be, Like the high leaves upon the Holly Tree. 20 And should my youth, as youth is apt I know, 25 All vain asperities I day by day Would wear away, Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the Holly Tree. And as when all the summer trees are seen So bright and green, The Holly leaves a sober hue display Less bright than they; But when the bare and wintry woods we see, So serious should my youth appear among So would I seem amid the young and gay More grave than they; That in my age as cheerful I might be Robert Southey. CLXXIV THE SQUIRE'S PEW. A slanting ray of evening light Q 30 35 40 5 And since those trappings first were new, How many a cloudless day, To rob the velvet of its hue, Has come and passed away! Crumbled beneath the hillock green The cunning hand must be, That carved this fretted door, I ween, Acorn and fleur-de-lis; And now the worm hath done her part In days of yore (as now we call) All seated round in order due, On damask cushions decked with fringe, Prayer-books, with brazen hasp and hinge, Each holding in a lily hand, Responsive to the priest's command. Now, streaming down the vaulted aisle, The sunbeam, long and lone, Illumes the characters awhile Of their inscription-stone: And there, in marble hard and cold, Outstretched together are exprest ΙΟ 15 20 25 330 35 With hands uplifted on the breast, In attitude of prayer: 40 Brought many a distant county through, And when the race is swept away, CLXXV A DREAM. Once a dream did weave a shade Where on grass methought I lay. Troubled, 'wildered, and forlorn, 'Oh, my children! do they cry, Pitying, I dropped a tear: 'I am set to light the ground, William Blake. 75 5 10 15 20 |