Loved  Yarrow,  have  I  won  thee;
A  ray  of  Fancy  still  survives —
20  Her  sunshine  plays  upon  thee!

Thy  ever-youthful  waters  keep
A  course  of  lively  pleasure;
And  gladsome  notes  my  lips  can  breathe
Accordant  to  the  measure.
25  The  vapours  linger  round  the  heights,

They  melt,  and  soon  must  vanish;

One  hour  is  theirs,  nor  more  is  mine —

Sad  thought!  which  I  would  banish.
But  that  I  kno\Y,  where'er  I  go,
30  Thy  genuine  image,  Yarrow!

Will  dwell  with  me,  to  heighten  joy,.
And  cheer  my  mind  in  sorrow.
W.  Wordsivjrth


CCCVII

THE  IXVITATION

Best  and  brightest,  come  away,-
Fairer  far  than  this  fair  Day,


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Which,  Hke  tliee,  to  those  in  sorrow
Comes  to  bid  a  sweet  good-morrow
To  the  rough  year  just  awake
In  its  cradle  on  the  brake.
5  The  brightest  hour  of  unborn  Spring

Through  the  winter  wandering,
Found,  it  seems,  the  halcyon  mom
To  hoar  February  bom;
Bending  from  heaven,  in  azure  mirth.
10  It  kiss'd  the  forehead  of  the  earth.
And  smiled  upon  the  silent  sea.
And  Dade  the  frozen  streams  be  free.
And  waked  to  music  all  their  fountains,
And  breathed  upon  the  frozen  mountains^

15  And  like  a  prophetess  of  May

Strew'd  flowers  upon  the  barren  way,
Making  the  wintry  world  appear
Like  one  on  whom  thou  smilest,  dear.
Away,  away,  from  men  and  towns,
20  To  the  wild  wood  and  the  downs — -

To  the  silent  wilderness

Where  the  soul  reed  not  repress

Its  music,  lest  it  should  not  find

An  echo  in  another's  mind,
25  While  the  touch  of  Nature's  art

Harmonizes  heart  to  heart.
