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It seems a day, One of those heavenly days which cannot die, When forth I sallied from our cottage-door, * And with a wallet o'er my shoulder slung, A nutting crook in hand, I turnd my steps Towards the distant woods, a Figure quaint; Trick'd out in proud disguise of Beggar's weeds Put on for the occasion, by advice And exhortation of my frugal Dame.

* The house at which I was boarded during the time I was at School.

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Motley accoutrements ! of power to smile
At thorns, and brakes, and brambles, and, in truth,
More ragged than need was. Among the woods,
And o'er the pathless rocks, I forc'd my way
Until, at length, I came to one dear nook
Unvisited, where not a broken bough
Droop'd with its wither'd leaves, ungracious siga
Of devastation, but the hazels rose
Tall and erect, with milk-white clusters hung,
A virgin scene!-A little while I stood,
Breathing with such suppression of the heart
As joy delights in ; and with wise restraint
Voluptuous, fearless of a rival, eyed
The banquet, or beneath the trees I sate
Among the flowers, and with the flowers I play'd ;
A temper known to those, who, after long
And weary expe&tation, have been bless'd
With sudden happiness beyond all hope.-
-Perhaps it was a bower beneath whose leaves
The violets of five seasons re-appear


And fade, unseen by any human eye,
Where fairy water-breaks do murmur on
For ever, and I saw the sparkling foam,
And with cheek on one of those green stones
That, fleec'd with moss, beneath the shady trees,
Lay round me scatter'd like a flock of sheep,
I heard the murmur and the murmuring sound,
In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay
Tribute to ease, and, of its joy secure
The heart luxuriates with indifferent things,
Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones,
And on the vacant air. Then up I rose,
And dragg'd to earth both branch and bough, with crash
And merciless ravage ; and the shady nook
Of hazels, and the

Deform'd and sullied, patiently gave up.
Their quiet being : and unless I now
Confound my present feelings with the past,
Even then, when from the bower I turn'd away,
Exulting, rich beyond the wealth of kings

green and mossy

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I felt a sense of pain when I beheld
The silent trees and the intruding sky-

Then, dearest Maiden ! move along these shades In gentleness of heart with gentle hand Touch, for there is a Spirit in the woods.

years she


grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, “ A lovelier flower

On earth was never sown ;
This Child I to myself will take,
She shall be mine, and I will make
A Lady of my own.

Myself will to my darling be
Both law and impulse, and with me
The Girl in rock and plain,
In earth and heaven, in glade and bower,
Shall feel an overseeing power
To kindle or restrain.


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