earnest wishes that life and health may be granted you to complete the many important works in which you are engaged, and with high respect, RYDAL MOUNT, Most faithfully yours, WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. PROLOGUE. THERE'S something in a flying horse, Whose shape is like the crescent-moon. And now I have a little Boat, In shape a very crescent-moon: Fast through the clouds my Boat can sail; Look up and you shall see me soon! The woods, my Friends, are round you roaring, Rocking and roaring like a sea; The noise of danger fills your ears, And ye have all a thousand fears Both for my little Boat and me! Meanwhile untroubled I admire And, did not pity touch my breast, Till my ribs ached, I'd laugh at you! Away we go, my Boat and I— Away we go-and what care we Up goes my Boat among the stars Through many a breathless field of light, Through many a long blue field of ether, Leaving ten thousand stars beneath her. Up goes my little Boat so bright! The Crab the Scorpion and the Bull We pry among them all - have shot High o'er the red-haired race of Mars, The towns in Saturn are decayed, Each other in the vast abyss, With joy I sail among them! Swift Mercury resounds with mirth, Then back to Earth, the dear green I've left my heart at home. Earth; |