X. Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song! As to the tabor's sound! We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May! What though the radiance which was once so bright Though nothing can bring back the hour Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring In the faith that looks through death, XI. And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Think not of any severing of our loves! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, The Clouds that gather round the setting sun That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; 1.-COMPOSED BY THE SEA-SIDE, NEAR CALAIS. FAIR Star of Evening, Splendour of the West, Should'st be my Country's emblem; and should'st wink, In thy fresh beauty. There! that dusky spot Beneath thee, it is England; there it lies. II.-CALAIS, August 1802. Is it a Reed that's shaken by the wind, Or what is it that ye go forth to see? Lords, Lawyers, Statesmen, Squires of low degree, Men known, and men unknown, sick, lame, and blind, Post forward all, like creatures of one kind, With first-fruit offerings crowd to bend the knee In France, before the new-born Majesty. A seemly reverence may be paid to power; But that's a loyal virtue, never sown In haste, nor springing with a transient shower: |