IX. He drew it gently from the pool, And brought it forth into the light: The Shepherds met him with his charge Into their arms the Lamb they took, Said they, "He's neither maim'd nor scarr'd”- And placed him at his Mother's side; Those idle Shepherd-boys upbraid, And bade them better mind their trade. 'Tis said, that some have died for love: Because the wretched man himself had slain, And there is one whom I five years have known ; Oh! move thou Cottage from behind that oak Or let the aged tree uprooted lie, That in some other way yon smoke May mount into the sky! The clouds pass on; they from the Heavens depart : I look-the sky is empty space; I know not what I trace; But when I cease to look, my hand is on my heart. O! what a weight is in these shades! Ye leaves, It robs my heart of rest. Thou Thrush, that singest loud and loud and free, Into yon row of willows flit, Upon that alder sit; Or sing another song, or chuse another tree Roll back, sweet rill! back to thy mountain bounds, And there for ever be thy waters chain'd! For thou dost haunt the air with sounds That cannot be sustain'd; If still beneath that pine-tree's ragged bough Headlong yon waterfall must come, Oh let it then be dumb! Be any thing, sweet rill, but that which thou art now. Thou Eglantine whose arch so proudly towers For thus to see thee nodding in the air, Thus rise and thus descend, Disturbs me, till the sight is more than I can bear. The man who makes this feverish complaint Is one of giant stature, who could dance Equipp'd from head to foot in iron mail. Ah gentle Love! if ever thought was thine To store up kindred hours for me, thy face Turn from me, gentle Love, nor let me walk Within the sound of Emma's voice, or know Such happiness as I have known to-day. |