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A Being breathing thoughtful breath,
A Traveller between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill ;
A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of an angel-ligii.

1804.

THREE years she grew in sun ana słoxer
Then Nature said, “ A lovelier Lower
On earth was never sown;
This Child I to myself will take;
She shall be mine, and I will make
A Lady of my own.

Myself will to my darling be
Both law and impulse : and with my
The Girl, in rock and plain,
In earth and heaven, in glade and bower,
Shall feel an overseeing power
To kindle or restrain.

She shall be sportive as the fawn
That wild with glee across the lawn
Or up the mountain springs;
And her's shall be the breathing balli,
And her's the silence and the calm
Of mute insensate things.
The floating clouds their state shall lend
To her; for her the willow bend;
Nor shall she fail to see
Even in the motions of the Storm
Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form
By silent sympathy.
The stars of midnight shall be dear
To her; and she shall lean her ear
In many a secret place
Where rivulets dance their wayward round,
And beauty born of murmuring sound
Shall pass into her face.

And vital feelings of delight
Shall rear her form to stately height,
Her virgin bosom swell;
Such thoughts to Lucy I will give
While she and I together live
Here in this happy dell.”

Thus Nature spake-The work was done How soon my Lucy's race was run!

She died and left to me
This heath, this calm, and quiet scene ;
The memory of what has been,
And never more will be.

1799.

THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN.

Ar the corner of Wood Street, when daylight

appears, Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for

three years: Poor Şusan has passed by the spot, and has

heard In the silence of morning the song of the Bird.

'Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her ?

She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees; Bright volunies of vapour through Lothbury

glide,

And a river flows on through the vale of Cheap

side.

Green pastures she views in the midst of the

dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her

pail;

And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only dwelling on earth that she loves.

She looks, and her heart is in heaven : but they

fade, The mist and the river, the hill and the shade : The stream will not flow, and the hill will no:

rise, And the colours have all passed away from her eves !

1797.

8

RESOLUTION AND INDEPENDENCE

THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ;
The rain came heavily and fell in floods;
And now the sun is rising calm and bright;
The birds are singing in the distant woods;
Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove

broods; The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters; And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of

waters.

moors

All things that love the sun are out of doors ;
The sky rejoices in the morning's birth;
The grass is bright with rain-drops ;-on the
The Hare is running races in her mirth;
And with her feet she from the plashy earth
Raises a mist; that, glittering in the sun,
Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth

run.

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