Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents; or the visible scene Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received Into the bosom of the steady lake. This boy was taken from his mates, and died Upon a slope above the village school; has led At evening, I believe, that oftentimes A long half-hour together I have stood 1799. NUTTING. It seems a day (I speak of one from many singled out) I left our cottage threshold, sallying forth Towards the distant woods, a Figure quaint, Tricked out in proud disguise of cast-off weeds Which for that service had been husbanded, By exhortation of my frugal Dame. Motley accoutrement, of power to smile At thorns, and brakes, and brambles,—and in truth, More ragged than need was! Among the woods, And o'er the pathless rocks, I forced my way, Of devastation, but the hazels rose Tall and erect, with milk-white clusters hung, A virgin scene !—A little while I stood, Breathing with such suppression of the heart As joy delights in; and with wise restraint Voluptuous, fearless of a rival, eyed The banquet,—or beneath the trees I sate Among the flowers, and with the flowers I played; A temper known to those, who, after long For ever, and I saw the sparkling foam, Lay round me, scattered like a flock of sheep, And merciless ravage; and the shady nook In gentleness of heart: with gentle hand LUCY POEMS. I. 66 SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN WAYS." SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways A maid whom there were none to praise, A violet by a mossy stone Fair as a star, when only one She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, 1799. The difference to me! II. "I TRAVELLED AMONG UNKNOWN MEN." I TRAVELLED among unknown men, Nor, England! did I know till then 'Tis past, that melancholy dream! Among thy mountains did I feel And she I cherished turned her wheel Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed And thine too is the last green field |