That after their bewildering, Covered with leaves the little children, So painfully in the wood? What ailed thee, robin, that thou couldst pursue A beautiful creature, That is gentle by nature? Beneath the Summer sky, From flower to flower let him fly; 'Tis all that he wishes to do. The cheerer, Thou, of our indoor sadness, THE REVERY OF POOR SUSAN WILLIAM WORDSWORTH T the corner of Wood Street, when daylight AT 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; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, She looks, and her heart is in heaven: but they fade, THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT DOROTHY WORDSWORTH HE days are cold, the nights are long, Then hush again upon my breast; The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, Nay! start not at that sparkling light, And wake when it is day. A SUNNY SHAFT DID I BEHOLD A SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SUNNY shaft did I behold, From sky to earth it slanted: And poised therein a bird so bold- He sunk, he rose, he twinkled, he trolled And thus he sang: "Adieu! adieu! We must away; Far, far away! HUNTING SONG SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE JP, up! ye dames and lasses gay! UP To the meadows trip away. 'Tis you must tend the flocks this morn, And scare the small birds from the corn. Not a soul at home may stay: For the shepherds must go With lance and bow To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day. Leave the hearth and leave the house To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day. |