Stepping Westward [While my fellow-traveller and I were walking by the side of Loch Katrine, one fine evening after sunset, in our road to a hut where, in the course of our tour, we had been hospitably entertained some weeks before, we met, in one of the loneliest parts of that solitary region, two well-dressed women, one of whom said to us, by way of greeting, “What! you are stepping westward ?"] 66 HAT! you are stepping westward ?” "Yea" "WHAT 'Twould be a wildish destiny, If we, who thus together roam In a strange land, and far from home, The dewy ground was dark and cold; And stepping westward seemed to be I liked the greeting; 'twas a sound The voice was soft, and she who spake The very sound of courtesy: Its power was felt; and while my eye WORDSWORTH. Friends in Paradise THEY gone into the world of light! HEY are all Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear:— It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some gloomy grove, I see them walking in an air of glory, Whose light doth trample on my days: My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays. O holy Hope! and high Humility, These are your walks, and you have shewed them me, To kindle my cold love. Dear beauteous Death! the Jewel of the Just, He that hath found some fledged bird's nest, may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair dell or grove he sings in now, |