I CCLXVIII A DREAM OF THE UNKNOWN DREAM'D that as I wander'd by the way Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring, And gentle odours led my steps astray, Mix'd with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, There grew pied wind-flowers and violets, Daisies, those pearl'd Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets; Faint oxlips; tender blue-bells, at whose birth And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine, Green cow-bind and the moonlight-colour'd May, And cherry-blossoms, and white cups, whose wine Was the bright dew yet drain'd not by the day; And wild roses, and ivy serpentine With its dark buds and leaves, wandering astray; And flowers azure, black, and streak'd with gold, Fairer than any waken'd eyes behold. And nearer to the river's trembling edge There grew broad flag-flowers, purple prank't with white, And starry river-buds among the sedge, And floating water-lilies, broad and bright, Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge Methought that of these visionary flowers I made a nosegay, bound in such a way Within my hand, and then, elate and gay, I hasten'd to the spot whence I had come P. B. SHELLEY CCLXIX THE INNER VISION OST sweet it is with unuplifted eyes To pace the ground, if path there be or none, While a fair region round the Traveller lies If Thought and Love desert us, from that day Whate'er the senses take or may refuse, W. WORDSWORTH E CCLXX THE REALM OF FANCY VER let the Fancy roam! Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let wingéd Fancy wander Through the thought still spread beyond her: Open wide the mind's cage-door, She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar. O sweet Fancy! let her loose; When the soundless earth is muffled, And the cakéd snow is shuffled From the ploughboy's heavy shoon; To banish Even from her sky. -Sit thee there, and send abroad, With a mind self-overaw'd Fancy, high-commission'd: - send her! All delights of summer weather; Like three fit wines in a cup, And thou shalt quaff it: thou shalt hear Distant harvest-carols clear; Rustle of the reapéd corn; Sweet birds antheming the morn: And, in the same moment hark! "Tis the early April lark, Or the rooks, with busy caw, Sapphire queen of the mid-May; Then the hurry and alarm When the bee-hive casts its swarm; Acorns ripe down-pattering, While the autumn breezes sing. Oh, sweet Fancy! let her loose; Everything is spoilt by use: Where's the cheek that doth not fade, Too much gazed at? Where's the maid At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth Fell her kirtle to her feet, While she held the goblet sweet, And Jove grew languid. Break the mesh Quickly break her prison-string, And such joys as these she 'll bring: -Let the wingéd Fancy roam! Pleasure never is at home. J. KEATS CCLXXI HYMN TO THE SPIRIT OF NATURE IFE of Life! Thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them; And thy smiles before they dwindle |