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Or with a less uneasy lustre shine;
Yet not for this do I aspire
To match the spark of local fire,
That at my will burns on the dewy lawn,
With thy acknowledged glories ; — No!
But it behoves that thou shouldst know
What favours do attend me here,
Till, like thyself, I disappear
Before the purple dawn."
When this in modest guise was said,
Fire raged, — and when the spangled floor Of ancient ether was no more, New heavens succeeded, by the dream brought forth:And all the happy souls that rode
This knowledge, from an Angel's voice
"— Pleasure is spread through the earth
In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find."
By their floating Mill,
Which lies dead and still, Behold yon Prisoners three! The Miller with two Dames, on the breast of the Thames;
The Platform is small, but gives room for them all; And they're dancing merrily.
From the shore come the notes
To their Mill where it floats,
• To their House and their Mill tethered fast;To the small wooden Isle where, their work to beguile,
They from morningto even take whatever is given;—
In sight of the Spires,
In the broad open eye of the solitary sky,
They dance, — there are three, as jocund as free,
While they dance on the calm river's breast.
Man and Maidens wheel,
They themselves make the Reel,
And their Music's a prey which they seize;
It plays not for them, — what matter! 'tis theirs;
And if they had care it has scattered their cares,
While they dance, crying, "Long as ye please!"
They dance not for me,
Yet mine is their glee! Thus pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find; Thus a rich loving-kindness, redundantly kind, Moves all nature to gladness and mirth.
The Showers of the Spring Rouze the Birds, and they sing;If the Wind do but stir for his proper delight, Each Leaf, that and this, his neighbour will kiss;Each Wave, one and t'other, speeds after his brother;
They are happy, for that is their right!
THE FALLING LEAVES.
That way look, my Infant, lo!