Such touches are but embassies of Not wholly in the busy world, nor Beyond it, blooms the garden that I you not e, Found her, hen, nd I replied, in jest,) nade those eyes hat hair nt of March." and see e, after that, asterpiece." we went. nor quite I love. Although between it and the garden lies A league of grass, wash'd by a slow broad stream Waves all its lazy lilies, and creeps on, Barge-laden, to three arches of a bridge Crown'd with the minster-towers. The fields betwee Are dewy-fresh, brows'd by deep-udder'd kine, In that still place she, hoarded in herself, At such a distance from his youth in grief, That, having seen, forgot? The common mouth, II I said that raney, ed by Would play with flying forms and i Yet this is also true, that, long bef I look'd upon her, when I heard he My heart was like a prophet to my And told me I should love. A cro That sought to sow themselves like Born out of everything I heard and Flutter'd about my senses and my s And vague desires, like fitful blasts To one that travels quickly, made th Of Life delicious, and all kinds of th That verged upon them, sweeter tha Dream'd by a happy man, when the Unseen, is brightening to his bridal And sure this orbit of the memory For ever in itself the day we went To see her. All the land in flowery Beneath a broad and equal-blowing w Smelt of the coming summer, as one The hour just flown, that morn with all its sound, (For those old Mays had thrice the life of these,) Rings in mine ears, The steer forgot to graze, And, where the hedge-row cuts the pathway, stood, Leaning his horns into the neighbour field, Came voices of the well-contented doves. The lark could scarce get out his notes for joy, His happy home, the ground. To left and right, The cuckoo told his name to all the hills; The mellow ouzel fluted in the elm; The redcap whistled; and the nightingale And Eustace turn'd, and smiling said to me, These birds have joyful thoughts. Think you they For which to praise the heavens but o That only love were cause enough for Lightly he laugh'd, as one that rea And on we went; but ere an hour had We reach'd a meadow slanting to the Down which a well-worn pathway cour To one green wicket in a privet hedge This, yielding, gave into a grassy walk Thro' crowded lilac-ambush trimly prun And one warm gust, full-fed with perfu Beyond us, as we enter'd in the cool. The garden stretches southward. In th A cedar spread his dark-green layers of The garden-glasses shone, and momently The twinkling laurel scatter'd silver ligh 66 Eustace," I said, "this wonder keep He nodded, but a moment afterwards He cried, "Look! look!" Before he ce And, ere a star can wink, beheld her the |