That I, a Bard of hill and dale, If such thy meaning, O forbear, 'Mid grove, and by the calm fireside, That coo again!-'tis not to chide, 20 1830 AM XXVII A WREN'S NEST MONG the dwellings framed by birds No door the tenement requires, Impervious, and storm-proof: So warm, so beautiful withal, And when for their abodes they seek The hermit has no finer eye For shadowy quietness. These find, 'mid ivied abbey-walls, There to the brooding bird her mate Warbles by fits his low clear song ; And by the busy streamlet both Are sung to all day long. 1Ο 20 Or in sequestered lanes they build, But still, where general choice is good, This, one of those small builders proved For She who planned the mossy lodge, Had to a Primrose looked for aid High on the trunk's projecting brow, The treasure proudly did I show To some whose minds without disdain Can turn to little things; but once Looked up for it in vain : 'Tis gone-a ruthless spoiler's prey, Who heeds not beauty, love, or song, 'Tis gone! (so seemed it) and we grieved Indignant at the wrong. Just three days after, passing by In clearer light the moss-built cell 30 50 The Primrose for a veil had spread And thus, for purposes benign, 60 Concealed from friends who might disturb Rest, Mother-bird! and when thy young Think how ye prospered, thou and thine, Housed near the growing Primrose-tuft 70 1833 Y XXVIII LOVE LIES BLEEDING YOU call it, 'Love lies bleeding,'—so you may, Though the red Flower, not prostrate, only droops, As we have seen it here from day to day, From month to month, life passing not away: So drooped Adonis, bathed in sanguine dew Of his death-wound, when he from innocent air While Venus in a passion of despair Did press this semblance of unpitied smart ΤΟ 20 His own dejection, downcast Flower! could share With thine, and gave the mournful name which thou wilt ever bear. Published 1842 N XXIX COMPANION TO THE FOREGOING EVER enlivened with the liveliest ray That fosters growth or checks or cheers decay, This Flower, that first appeared as summer's guest, When files of stateliest plants have ceased to bloom, When her coevals each and all are fled, What keeps her thus reclined upon her lonesome bed? 10 The old mythologists, more impressed than we Of this late day by character in tree Or herb that claimed peculiar sympathy, Or by the silent lapse of fountain clear, Or with the language of the viewless air Through sunshine flitting from the bough To nestle in the rock. Transient deception! a gay freak Of April's mimicries! Those brilliant strangers, hailed with joy Among the budding trees, Proved last year's leaves, pushed from the spray 20 Maternal Flora! show thy face, And let thy hand be seen, Thy hand here sprinkling tiny flowers, Take root (so seems it) and look up To be confounded with live growths, Were only blossoms dropped from twigs Not such the World's illusive shows; Her blossoms which, though shed, outbrave For the undeceived, smile as they may, Are melancholy things: But gentle Nature plays her part And transient feignings with plain truth That those fond Idlers most are pleased 20 30 1832 XXXI THE KITTEN AND FALLING LEAVES HAT way look, my Infant, lo! ΤΗ What a pretty baby-show! See the Kitten on the wall, Sporting with the leaves that fall, Withered leaves-one-two-and three- : Through the calm and frosty air ΙΟ |