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It seems a day,
One of those heavenly days which cannot die,
Trick'd out in proud disguise of Beggar's weeds
And exhortation of my frugal Dame.
* The house at which I was boarded during the time I
was at School.
Motley accoutrements! of power to smile
At thorns, and brakes, and brambles, and, in truth,
Until, at length, I came to one dear nook
Tall and erect, with milk-white clusters hung,
The banquet, or beneath the trees I sate
With sudden happiness beyond all hope.-
And fade, unseen by any human eye,
And with my cheek on one of those green stones
And dragg'd to earth both branch and bough, with crash
And merciless ravage; and the shady nook
Of hazels, and the green
Deform'd and sullied, patiently gave up.
Their quiet being and unless I now
Confound my present feelings with the past,
Even then, when from the bower I turn'd away,
Exulting, rich beyond the wealth of kings
I felt a sense of pain when I beheld
The silent trees and the intruding sky.
Then, dearest Maiden! move along these shades
In gentleness of heart with gentle hand
for there is a Spirit in the woods.
she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower
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 me
The Girl in rock and plain,
In earth and heaven, in glade and bower,
Shall feel an overseeing power
To kindle or restrain.