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The rapid line of motion, then at once
Have I, reclining back upon my heels,

Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs
Wheeled by me-even as if the earth had rolled
With visible motion her diurnal round!

Behind me did they stretch in solemn train,
Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watched
Till all was tranquil as a summer sea.

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I know not if you sleep or feed.

How motionless !-not frozen seas

More motionless! and then

What joy awaits you, when the breeze

Hath found you out among the trees,

And calls you forth again!

This plot of orchard-ground is ours;

My trees they are, my sister's flowers;

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Here lodge as in a sanctuary!

Come often to us, fear no wrong;

Sit near us, on the bough!

We'll talk of sunshine and of song,

And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.

1801.

A FAREWELL

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AREWELL, thou little nook of mountain ground,

Thou rocky corner in the lowest

stair

Of that magnificent temple which

doth bound

One side of our whole vale with grandeur rare;

Sweet garden-orchard, eminently fair,

The loveliest spot that man hath ever found,

Farewell!-we leave thee to Heaven's peaceful care, Thee, and the cottage which thou dost surround.

Our boat is safely anchored by the shore,

And there will safely ride when we are gone;

The flowering shrubs that deck our humble door
Will prosper, though untended and alone.

Fields, goods, and far-off chattels we have none:
These narrow bounds contain our private store
Of things earth makes, and sun doth shine upon;
Here are they in our sight—we have no more.

Sunshine and shower be with you, bud and bell!
For two months now in vain we shall be sought;
We leave you here in solitude to dwell

With these our latest gifts of tender thought;
Thou, like the morning, in thy saffron coat,
Bright gowan, and marsh-marigold, farewell!
Whom from the borders of the lake we brought,
And placed together near our rocky well.

We go for one to whom ye will be dear;
And she will prize this bower, this Indian shed,
Our own contrivance, building without peer!

A gentle maid, whose heart is lowly bred,
Whose pleasures are in wild fields gathered,
With joyousness, and with a thoughtful cheer,
Will come to you; to you herself will wed-
And love the blessed life that we lead here.

Dear spot! which we have watched with tender heed, Bringing thee chosen plants and blossoms blown

Among the distant mountains, flower and weed,
Which thou hast taken to thee as thy own,

Making all kindness registered and known;

Thou for our sakes, though Nature's child indeed,

Fair in thyself and beautiful alone,

Hast taken gifts which thou dost little need.

And O most constant, yet most fickle place,
That hast thy wayward moods, as thou dost show
To them who look not daily on thy face;

Who, being loved, in love no bounds dost know,

And say'st, when we forsake thee, "Let them go!" Thou easy-hearted thing, with thy, wild race

Of weeds and flowers, till we return be slow,

And travel with the year at a soft pace.

Help us to tell her tales of years gone by,

And this sweet spring, the best beloved and best

Joy will be flown in its mortality;

Something must stay to tell us of the rest.

Here, thronged with primroses, the steep rock's breast

Glittered at evening like a starry sky;

And in this bush our sparrow built her nest,

Of which I sang one song that will not die.

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