Were visible, a daily sight; and thus By pleasure and repeated happiness, So frequently repeated, and by force Of things forgotten, these same scenes so bright, And changeful colours by invisible links I began My story early not misled, I trust, Disowned by memory-ere the breath of spring 1 Coleridge, to whom the Prelude was dedicated. We schemed and puzzled, head opposed to head In strife too humble to be named in verse." -The Prelude, Book i, p. 27. Harsh judgments, if the song be loth to quit A visible scene, on which the sun is shining? One end at least hath been attained; my mind FROM "THE PRELUDE," BOOK II HAWKSHEAD AND LAKE WINDERMERE [SPORTS OF BOYHOOD] THUS far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much The simple ways in which my childhood walked; By nourishment that came unsought; for still Continued and the loud uproar: at last, When all the ground was dark, and twinkling stars One is there, though the wisest and the best |