134 MARIAN LEE. Sees her father's fishing boat And with glee, o'er cliff and main, Sings an answer back again, Like the carol of a bird! Look! she sitteth laughing there, And the glorious wealth of mind: Hast a treasure of thine own :- MARY HOWITT. TO A HIGHLAND GIRL. 135 TO A HIGHLAND GIRL. WEET Highland girl, a very shower Their utmost bounty on thy head: And these grey rocks, this household lawn, These trees-a veil just half withdrawn, This fall of water that doth make A murmur near the silent lake, This little bay, a quiet road That holds in shelter thy abode ; I bless thee with a human heart! For never saw I mien or face In which more plainly I could trace Benignity and home-bred sense Ripening in perfect innocence. 136 TO A HIGHLAND GIRL. Here scattered like a random seed, Of thoughts that lie beyond the reach Thus beating up against the wind. Now thanks to heaven! that of its grace Hath led me to this lonely place. Joy have I had; and going hence I bear away my recompense. WORDSWORTH. NATURE. NATURE. O cloud, no relique of the sunken day You see the glimmer of the stream beneath, A balmy night! and, though the stars be dim, A pleasure in the dimness of the stars. "Most musical, most melancholy" bird! A melancholy bird? oh, idle thought! In nature there is nothing melancholy. But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced. Or slow distemper, or neglected love (And so, poor wretch! filled all things with himself And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale Of his own sorrow)-he and such as he, First named these notes a melancholy strain. And many a poet echoes the conceit; Poet who hath been building up the rhyme When he had better far have stretched his limbs By sun or moon-light to the influxes Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements 137 Surrendering his whole spirit, of his song A venerable thing! and so his song My friend, and thou our sister! we have learnt And I know a grove Of large extent, hard by a castle huge, But never elsewhere in one place I knew |