Amid yon tuft of hazel trees, Yet seeming still to hover; There! where the flutter of his wings My dazzled sight he oft deceives, As if by that exulting strain He mocked and treated with disdain 1803 XX O NIGHTINGALE! thou surely art These notes of thine-they pierce and pierce; Thou sing'st as if the God of wine Had helped thee to a Valentine ; A song in mockery and despite Of shades, and dews, and silent night; I heard a Stock-dove sing or say He did not cease; but cooed—and cooed; XXI TO THE CUCKOO O BLITHE New-comer! I have heard, I hear thee and rejoice. O Cuckoo shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, At once far off, and near. 1806 Though babbling only to the Vale, Thou bringest unto me a tale Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways To seek thee did I often rove And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain That golden time again. O blessed Bird! the earth we pace An unsubstantial, faery place; That is fit home for Thee! XXII TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF A FAVOURITE DOG LIE here, without a record of thy worth, Or want of love, that here no Stone we raise ; Yet they to whom thy virtues made thee dear Will gladly stand a monument of thee. We grieved for thee, and wished thy end were past ; And willingly have laid thee here at last : For thou hadst lived till every thing that cheers It came, and we were glad; yet tears were shed; Old household thoughts, in which thou hadst thy share; But for some precious boons vouchsafed to thee, Found scarcely any where in like degree! For love, that comes wherever life and sense Are given by God, in thee was most intense; A chain of heart, a feeling of the mind, A tender sympathy, which did thee bind Not only to us Men, but to thy Kind: Yea, for thy fellow-brutes in thee we saw A soul of love, love's intellectual law :Hence, if we wept, it was not done in shame; Our tears from passion and from reason came, And, therefore, shalt thou be an honoured name! 1805 LIFE with XXIII COMPOSED ON A MAY MORNING, 1838 yon Lambs, like day, is just begun, Yet Nature seems to them a heavenly guide. Pale twilight's lingering glooms,-and in the sun Couch near their dams, with quiet satisfied; Or gambol-each with his shadow at his side, |