And-with my cheek on one of those green stones That, fleeced with moss, beneath the shady trees, Lay round me, scattered like a flock of sheep- And merciless ravage; and the shady nook SHE was a Phantom of delight To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; From May-time's brightest, liveliest dawn; I saw her upon nearer view, A countenance in which did meet And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, 1804. THREE years she grew in sun ana shower 1 This Child I to myself will take; Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse: and with m The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, To kindle or restrain. She shall be sportive as the fawn And her's shall be the breathing balmi, The floating clouds their state shall lend Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell." Thus Nature spake-The work was done How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; And never more will be. 1799. THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN. AT the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years: Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the Bird. 'Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees; glide, |