ADIEU, Rydalian laurels! that have grown To cheer the itinerant on whom she pours INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY, FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILD GOOD. "The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety." THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare : Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth,— But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, As to the tabor's sound! To me alone there came a thought of grief; The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, Doth every beast keep holiday; Thou child of joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy! Ye blessed creatures, I have heard the call The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss I feel-I feel it all. This sweet May-morning, On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, Doth the same tale repeat: Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: But trailing clouds of glory do we come But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, The youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his attended ; way At length the man perceives it die away, |