TO THE SAME FLOWER. PLEASURES newly found are sweet First at sight of thee was glad ; All unheard of as thou art, 5 Thou must needs, I think, have had, Praise of which I nothing know. I have not a doubt but he, Soon as gentle breezes bring And the children build their bowers, Often have I sighed to measure RESOLUTION AND INDEPENDENCE. I. THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods; 5 II. on the moors ΙΟ All things that love the sun are out of doors; Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run. III. I was a Traveller then upon the moor, 15 I saw the hare that raced about with joy; I heard the woods and distant waters roar; Or heard them not, as happy as a boy : 20 IV. But, as it sometimes chanceth, from the might As high as we have mounted in delight In our dejection do we sink as low; To me that morning did it happen so; And fears and fancies thick upon me came; Dim sadness—and blind thoughts, I knew not, nor could name. V. I heard the sky-lark warbling in the sky; VI. 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? VII. I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride; Following his plough, along the mountain-side: We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness. 45 40 35 330 25 VIII. Now, whether it were by peculiar grace, 50 A leading from above, a something given, Yet it befell, that, in this lonely place, When I with these untoward thoughts had striven, I saw a Man before me unawares : 55 The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs. IX. As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; X. Such seemed this Man, not all alive nor dead, Nor all asleep in his extreme old age: His body was bent double, feet and head A more than human weight upon his frame had cast. XI. Himself he propped, limbs, body, and pale face, 60 65 70 Motionless as a cloud the old Man stood, 75 |