As they from turf yet hoar with sleepy dew All turn, and court the shining and the green, XXIV THE world is too much with us; late and soon, We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; It moves us not.-Great God! I'd rather be XXV Nor Love, not War, nor the tumultuous swell But where untroubled peace and concord dwell, Meek aspirations please her, lone endeavour, XXVI ADMONITION Intended more particularly for the perusal of those who may have happened to be enamoured of some beautiful Place of Retreat, in the Country of the Lakes. WELL may'st thou halt-and gaze with brightening eye! The lovely Cottage in the guardian nook Hath stirred thee deeply; with its own dear brook, Its own small pasture, almost its own sky! But covet not the Abode ;-forbear to sigh, Think what the home must be if it were thine, Even thine, though few thy wants !-Roof, window, door, The very flowers are sacred to the Poor, The roses to the porch which they entwine: XXVII TO MY SISTER It is the first mild day of March: The redbreast sings from the tall larch There is a blessing in the air, My sister! ('tis a wish of mine) Edward will come with you ;-and, pray, No joyless forms shall regulate We from to-day, my Friend, will date Love, now a universal birth, From heart to heart is stealing, From earth to man, from man to earth : -It is the hour of feeling. One moment now may give us more Than years of toiling reason: Our minds shall drink at every pore The spirit of the season. Some silent laws our hearts will make, Which they shall long obey: We for the year to come may take And from the blessed power that rolls We'll frame the measure of our souls: Then come, my Sister! come, I pray, 1798 XXVIII ODE COMPOSED ON MAY MORNING WHILE from the purpling east departs A quickening hope, a freshening glee, Whose first-drawn breath, from bush and tree, All Nature welcomes Her whose sway Tempers the year's extremes ; |