With sad yet patient soul, through evil and pain 

 And strange calamity ! Ah ! slowly sink 

 Behind the western ridge, thou glorious sun ! 

 Shine in the slant beams of the sinking orb. 

 Ye purple heath-flowers ! richlier burn, ye clouds ! 

 Live in the yellow light, ye distant groves ! 

 And kindle, thou blue ocean ! So my friend 

 Struck with deep joy may stand, as I have stood, 

 Silent with swimming sense ; yea, gazing round 

 On the wide landscape, gaze till all doth seem 

 Less gross than bodily ; and of such hues 

 As veil the Almighty Spirit, when yet He makes 

 Spirits perceive His presence. 



A delight 

 Comes sudden on my heart, and I am glad 

 As I myself were there ! Nor in this bower. 

 This little lime-tree bower, have I not marked 

 Much that has soothed me. Pale beneath the blaze 

 Hung the transparent foliage ; and I watched 

 Some broad and sunny leaf, and loved to see 

 The shadow of the leaf and stem above 

 Dappling its sunshine ! And that walnut-tree 

 Was richly tinged, and a deep radiance lay 

 Full on the ancient ivy, which usurps 

 Those fronting elms, and now, with blackest mass 

 Makes their dark branches gleam a lighter hue 

 Through the late twilight : and though now the bat 

 Wheels silent by, and not a swallow twitters, 

 Yet stiU the solitary humble-bee 

 Sings in the bean-flower ! Henceforth I shall know 

 That Nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure. 

 No plot so narrow, be but Nature there, 

 No waste so vacant, but may well employ 

 Each faculty of sense, and keep the heart 



