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THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink; And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears!
I heard a voice; it said, "Drink, pretty creature,
And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied
A snow-white mountain-lamb with a Maiden at its side.
If the sun be shining hot, do but stretch thy woollen
This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain; For rain and mountain-storms! the like thou need'st not fear,
Nor sheep nor kine were near; the lamb was all The rain and storm are things that scarcely can
A faithful nurse thou hast; the dam that did thee
Upon the mountain tops no kinder could have been.
Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can
Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran; And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew,
TO H. C.
SIX YEARS OLD.
O THOU! whose fancies from afar are brought;
The breeze-like motion and the self-born carol;
I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and Thou faery voyager! that dost float
Thy limbs will shortly be twice as stout as they
Then I'll yoke thee to my cart like a pony in the plough;
My playmate thou shalt be; and when the wind is cold
In such clear water, that thy boat
Suspended in a stream as clear as sky,
Where earth and heaven do make one imagery;
I think of thee with many fears
Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall be For what may be thy lot in future years.
thought of times when Pain might be thy guest,
O vain and causeless melancholy!
Alas, the mountain-tops that look so green and fair! Or, lengthening out thy season of delight,
I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come
The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play,
Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky;
-As homeward through the lane I went with lazy
This song to myself did I oftentimes repeat;
Again, and once again, did I repeat the song ;
"Nay," said I, "more than half to the damsel
For she looked with such a look, and she spake Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought!