100 Of present pleasure, but with pleasing A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, thoughts That in this moment there is life and food I came among these hills; when like a roe That had no need of a remoter charm, And all its aching joys are now no more, Have followed; for such loss, I would Abundant recompense. learned The language of my former heart, and My former pleasures in the shooting lights Knowing that Nature never did betray To look on nature, not as in the hour 90 The still, sad music of humanity, power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime, 95 suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man; The village clock tolled six,-I wheeled Proud and exulting like an untired horse with steel, We hissed along the polished ice in games But now, relinquishing the scrip and staff, With motion constant as his own, I went The pack loud chiming, and the hunted Sojourning a few days, I visited So through the darkness and the cold we flew, The rapid line of motion, then at once rolled With visible motion her diurnal round! 460 Behind me did they stretch in solemn train, Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watched In haste, each spot of old or recent fame. Where silent zephyrs sported with the dust I stood 'mid those concussions, unconcerned, Tranquil almost, and careless as a flower Glassed in a green-house, or a parlor shrub That spreads its leaves in unmolested peace, While every bush and tree, the country through, Till all was tranquil as a dreamless sleep. Is shaking to the roots. 90 Associate with his children and his wife On this and other spots, as doth a man 62 And half upbraids their silence. But that night I felt most deeply in what world I was, What ground I trod on, and what air I breathed. 65 |