MICHAEL, A PASTORAL POEM. If from the public way you turn your steps As journey thither find themselves alone It is in truth an utter solitude, Nor should I have made mention of this Dell Which, though it be ungarnish'd with events, For their own sakes, but for the fields and hills And hence this Tale, while I was yet a boy Of natural objects led me on to feel and think At random and imperfectly indeed On man; the heart of man and human life. Homely and rude, I will relate the same UPON |