And quit the flowers that summer brings "A recreant Harp that sings of fear That learned of him submissive ways; And both the undying fish that swim Through Bowscale Tarn did wait on him; The Pair were servants of his eye In their immortality; They moved about in open sight, To and fro, for his delight. He knew the rocks which Angels haunt On the mountains visitant; He hath kenned them taking wing: And the caves where Faeries sing On the blood of Clifford calls ;- Tell thy name, thou trembling Field; Groan thou with our victory! Happy day, and mighty hour, When our Shepherd, in his power, Mailed and horsed, with lance and sword, To his Ancestors restored Like a re-appearing Star, Like a glory from afar, First shall head the Flock of War!" Alas! the fervent Harper did not know Love had he found in huts where poor men lie; In him the savage virtue of the Race, Revenge, and all ferocious thoughts were dead : Glad were the Vales, and every cottage hearth; The Shepherd Lord was honoured more and more; And, ages after he was laid in earth, "The Good Lord Clifford" was the name he bore. THE LEECH GATHERER; OR, RESOLUTION AND INDEPENDENCE. THERE was a roaring in the wind all night; All things that love the sun are out of doors; The sky rejoices in the morning's birth; The grass is bright with rain-drops ;-on the moors The Hare is running races in her mirth; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist; that, glittering in the sun, Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run. I was a traveller then upon the moor; But, as it sometimes chanceth, from the might And fears and fancies thick upon me came; Dim sadness—and blind thoughts, I knew not, nor could name. I heard the Sky-lark warbling in the sky; My whole life I have lived in pleasant thought, Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof comes in the end despondency and madness. Now, whether it were by peculiar grace, A leading from above, a something given, When I with these untoward thoughts had striven, I saw a Man before me unawares : The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs. As a huge Stone is sometimes seen to lie By what means it could thither come, and whence; |