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Yet, glancing through our misty clime,

Some sparkles from that loftier sphere Make way to earth ;—then most what time

The annual spring-flowers reappear.

Amid the coarser needs of earth

All shapes of brightness, what are they But wanderers exiled from their birth,

Or pledges of a happier day?

Yea, what is Beauty, judged aright,

But some surpassing, transient gleam; Some smile from heaven, in waves of light,

Rippling o'er life's distempered dream?

Or broken memories of that bliss

Which rushed thro' first-born Nature's blood When He who ever was and is Looked down and saw that all was good ?



I WANDERED lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay :
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee :
A poet could not but be gay

In such a jocund company !
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought :

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.



"OMES something down with eventide,

Beside the sunset's golden bars,
Beside the floating scents, beside

The twinkling shadows of the stars.

Upon the river's rippling face,

Flash after flash, the white
Broke up in many a shallow place;

The rest was soft and bright.

By chance my eye fell on the stream:

-How many a marvellous power
Sleeps in us-sleeps, and doth not dream!

This knew I in that hour.

For then my heart, so full of strife,

No more was in me stirred; My life was in the river's life,

And I nor saw nor heard.

I and the river, we were one :

The shade beneath the bank, I felt it cool ; the setting sun

Into my spirit sank.

A rushing thing in power serene

I was; the mystery
I felt of having ever been,
And being still to be.

Was it a moment or an hour ?

I know not; but I mourned
When, from that realm of awful power,
I to these fields returned.


Y God, I heard this day
That none doth build a stately

But he that means to dwell therein.

What house more stately hath there been, Or can be, than is Man ? to whose creation

All things are in decay.

For Man is every thing, And more. He is a tree, yet bears no fruit;

A beast, yet is, or should be, more :

Reason and speech we only bring. Parrots may thank us if they are not mute,

They go upon the score.

Man is all symmetry,
Full of proportions, one limb to another,

And all to all the world besides :

Each part may call the farthest, brother ; For head with foot hath private amity,

And both with moons and tides.

Nothing hath got so far But man hath caught and kept it as his prey.

His eyes dismount the highest star;

He is in little all the sphere. Herbs gladly cure our flesh, because that they

Find their acquaintance there.

For us the winds do blow, The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow.

Nothing we see but means our good,

As our delight, or as our treasure. The whole is either our cupboard of food

Or cabinet of pleasure.

The stars have us to bed ;
Night draws the curtain which the sun withdraws :

Music and light attend our head.

All things unto our flesh are kind
In their descent and being ; to our mind

In their ascent and cause.

Each thing is full of duty : Waters united are our navigation;

Distinguished, our habitation ;

Below, our drink ; above, our meat : Both are our cleanliness. Hath one such beauty ?

Then how are all things neat!

More servants wait on man Than he'll take notice of : in every path

He treads down that which doth befriend him

When sickness makes him pale and wan. Oh mighty love ! Man is one world, and hath

Another to attend him.

Since then, my God, Thou hast So brave a Palace built, oh dwell in it,

That it may dwell with Thee at last !

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