66 Ah, wherefore? - Did not Hercules by force Given back to dwell on earth in vernal bloom? "The Gods to us are merciful — and they Is love, though oft to agony distrest, And though his favourite seat be feeble woman's breast. "But if thou goest, I follow "Peace!" he said, She looked upon him and was calmed and cheered; In his deportment, shape, and mien, appeared Brought from a pensive though a happy place. no strife to heal He spake of love, such love as Spirits feel Of all that is most beauteous imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, 105 And fields invested with purpureal gleams; Climes which the sun, who sheds the brightest day Yet there the Soul shall enter which hath earned 66 That privilege by virtue. Ill," said he, "The end of man's existence I discerned, Who from ignoble games and revelry Could draw, when we had parted, vain delight, While tears were thy best pastime, day and night; ΙΙΟ “And while my youthful peers before my eyes "The wished-for wind was given: -I then revolved The oracle, upon the silent sea; 115 120 And, if no worthier led the way, resolved 125 "Yet bitter, oft-times bitter, was the pang When of thy loss I thought, beloved Wife! On thee too fondly did my memory hang, 130 The paths which we had trod—these fountains, flowers, "But should suspense permit the Foe to cry, 135 Old frailties then recurred: - but lofty thought, In act embodied, my deliverance wrought. “And Thou, though strong in love, art all too weak In reason, in self-government too slow; 140 I counsel thee by fortitude to seek Our blest re-union in the shades below. The invisible world with thee hath sympathised; Be thy affections raised and solemnised. "Learn, by a mortal yearning, to ascend 145 150 Aloud she shrieked! for Hermes reappears! Round the dear Shade she would have clung 'tis vain: The hours are past—too brief had they been years; And him no mortal effort can detain : Swift, toward the realms that know not earthly day, 155 Thus, all in vain exhorted and reproved, Yet tears to human suffering are due; 160 165 Of Hellespont (such faith was entertained) From out the tomb of him for whom she died; 170 ODE. INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD. I. THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. 5 It is not now as it hath been of yore; Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. II. The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth. III. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief; And I again am strong: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday : — Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy! ΙΟ 15 20 25 30 35 IV. Ye blesséd Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all. While Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Children are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm: I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! But there's a Tree, of many one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? V. 40 45 50 55 Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, 60 And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Upon the growing Boy, 65 Shades of the prison-house begin to close But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, 70 He sees it in his joy; |