LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING I heard a thousand blended notes, In that sweet mood when pleasant Bring sad thoughts to the mind. 5 To her fair works did Nature link "Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours Through primrose tufts, in that green In a wise passiveness. The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; IC "Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum 25 Of things forever speaking, That nothing of itself will come, As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: And passing even into my purer mind, Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft― 50 In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 55 O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee! And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought, бо With many recognitions dim and faint, 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 75 The guide, the guardian of my heart, and To me was all in all.—I cannot paint wood, Their colors and their forms, were then to me 80 An appetite; a feeling and a love, And all its aching joys are now no more, Have followed; for such loss, I would Abundant recompense. learned more Nor perchance, The language of my former heart, and My former pleasures in the shooting lights Knowing that Nature never did betray |