I heard a Stockdove sing or say 4. My heart leaps up when I behold 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; 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 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! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill; The Plough-boy is whooping-anon—anon : There's joy in the mountains; Small clouds are sailing, Blue sky prevailing; The rain is over and gone! 6. THE SMALL CELANDINE. There is a Flower, the Lesser Celandine, That shrinks, like many more, from cold and rain; And, the first moment that the sun may shine, Bright as the sun itself, 'tis out again! When hailstones have been falling swarm on swarm, In close self-shelter, like a Thing at rest. See Page 22 in the first Volume. |