TO A SKY-LARK. [P with me! up with me into the clouds ! Up with me, up with me into the clouds ! With clouds and sky above thee ringing, That spot which seems so to thy mind! I have walked through wildernesses dreary, Had I now the wings of a Faery, Up to thee would I fly. There is madness about thee, and joy divine Lift me, guide me high and high To thy banqueting-place in the sky. Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Alas! my journey, rugged and uneven, And hope for higher raptures when life's day is done. FIDELITY. A BARKING sound the Shepherd hears, cry as a or He halts and searches with his eyes The Dog is not of mountain breed ; With something, as the Shepherd thinks, Nor is there any one in sight All round, in hollow or on height; Nor shout, nor whistle strikes his ear; It was a cove, a huge recess, That keeps, till June, December's snow; A lofty precipice in front, A silent tarn below! Far in the bosom of Helvellyn, Remote from public road or dwelling, From trace of human foot or hand. There sometimes doth a leaping fish Thither the rainbow comes-the cloud- Not free from boding thoughts, a while Nor far had gone before he found From those abrupt and perilous rocks He instantly recalled the name, On which the Traveller passed this way. But hear a wonder, for whose sake A lasting monument of words This wonder merits well. The Dog, which still was hovering nigh, This Dog had been through three months' space A dweller in that savage place. 210 SECOND POEM ON THE DAISY. Yes, proof was plain that, since the day How nourished here through such long time A SECOND POEM ON THE DAISY. WITH little here to do or see Of things that in the great world be, Daisy again I talk to thee, For thou art worthy, Thou unassuming Common-place Oft on the dappled turf at ease And many a fond and idle name While I am gazing. SECOND POEM ON THE DAISY. 211 A nun demure, of lowly port: Of all temptations; A queen in crown of rubies drest; A little Cyclops, with one eye That thought comes next-and instantly The shape will vanish-and behold I see thee glittering from afar- Yet like a star, with glittering crest, Bright Flower! for by that name at last, I call thee, and to that cleave fast, That breath'st with me in sun and air, Of thy meek nature! а |