Now Harry he had long suspected And once, behind a rick of barley, Right glad was he when he beheld her: Stick after stick did Goody pull: He stood behind a bush of elder, Till she had filled her apron full. The by-road back again to take, And fiercely by the arm he took her, And fiercely by the arm he shook her, Then Goody, who had nothing said, Her bundle from her lap let fall; And, kneeling on the sticks, she prayed To God that is the judge of all. She prayed, her withered hand uprearing, While Harry held her by the arm— "God! who art never out of hearing, may he never more be warm!" The cold, cold moon above her head, And icy cold he turned away. He went complaining all the morrow That he was cold and very chill: His face was gloom, his heart was sorrow, Alas! that day for Harry Gill! That day he wore a riding-coat, "Twas all in vain, a useless matter,— And all who see him say, 'tis plain, No word to any man he utters, XIII. I WANDERED lonely as a Cloud That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden Daffodils; Beside the Lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine Ten thousand saw I at a glance, The waves beside them danced, but they I gazed and gazed-but little thought For oft when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, *They flash upon that inward eye And then my heart with pleasure fills, *The subject of these Stanzas is rather an elementary feeling and simple impression (approaching to the nature of an ocular spectrum) upon the imaginative faculty, than an exertion of it. The one which follows is strictly a Reverie; and neither that, nor the next after it in succession, "The Power of Music," would have been placed here except for the reason given in the foregoing note. |