Sunshine and shower be with you, bud and bell! For two months now in vain we shall be sought; We leave you here in solitude to dwell With these our latest gifts of tender thought; Thou, like the morning, in thy saffron coat Bright gowan, and marsh-marygold, farewell! Whom from the borders of the Lake we brought, And placed together near our rocky well. We go for one to whom ye will be dear; Dear Spot! which we have watched with tender heed, Bringing thee chosen plants and blossoms blown Among the distant mountains, flower and weed, Which thou hast taken to thee as thy own, Making all kindness registered and known; Thou for our sakes, though Nature's Child indeed, Fair in thyself and beautiful alone, Hast taken gifts which thou dost little need. And O most constant, yet most fickle Place, Who, being loved, in love no bounds dost know, Help us to tell her tales of years gone by, Something must stay to tell us of the rest. Here, thronged with primroses, the steep rock's breast Glittered at evening like a starry sky; And in this Bush our Sparrow built her nest, Of which I sung one Song that will not die. O happy Garden! whose seclusion deep ས. STANZAS WRITTEN IN MY POCKET-COPY OF THOMSON'S CASTLE OF INDOLENCE. WITHIN Our happy Castle there dwelt One But go to-morrow or belike to-day Seek for him, he is fled; and whither none can say. Thus often would he leave our peaceful home, And find elsewhere his business or delight; Out of our Valley's limits did he roam : His voice came to us from the neighbouring height: Oft did we see him driving full in view At mid-day when the sun was shining bright; A mighty wonder bred among our quiet crew. Ah! piteous sight it was to see this man Down would he sit; and without strength or power Where apple-trees in blossom made a bower, And, like a naked Indian, slept himself away. Great wonder to our gentle Tribe it was For happier soul no living creature has Some thought far worse of him, and judged him wrong: But Verse was what he had been wedded to; |