And on the mountains; else I think that thou
Hadst been brought up upon thy Father's knees.
But we were playmates, Luke: among these hills,
As well thou knowest, in us the old and young
355 Have played together, nor with me didst thou
Lack any pleasure which a boy can know."
Luke had a manly heart; but at these words

He sobbed aloud. The old Man grasped his hand,
And said, "Nay, do not take it so—
-I see

360 That these are things of which I need not speak. Even to the utmost I have been to thee

A kind and a good Father: And herein

I but repay a gift which I myself

Received at others' hands; for, though now old 365 Beyond the common life of man, I still

Remember them who loved me in my youth. Both of them sleep together: here they lived, As all their Forefathers had done; and when At length their time was come, they were not loth 370 To give their bodies to the family mould.

I wished that thou shouldst live the life they lived:

But, 'tis a long time to look back, my Son,

And see so little gain from threescore years.
These fields were burdened when they came

to me;

375 Till I was forty years of age, not more

Than half of my inheritance was mine.

I toiled and toiled; God blessed me in my work,
And till these three weeks past the land was free.
It looks as if it never could endure

380 Another Master. Heaven forgive me, Luke,
If I judge ill for thee, but it seems good
That thou should'st go."

At this the old man paused. Then, pointing to the stones near which they

stood

Thus, after a short silence, he resumed: 385"This was a work for us; and now, my Son,

It is a work for me. But, lay one stone

Here, lay it for me, Luke, with thine own hands.
Nay, Boy, be of good hope;—we both may live
To see a better day. At eighty-four

390 I am strong and hale;-Do thou thy part;
I will do mine.-I will begin again

With many tasks that were resigned to thee:
Up to the heights, and in among the storms,
Will I without thee go again, and do

395 All works which I was wont to do alone,

Before I knew thy face.-Heaven bless thee, Boy! Thy heart these two weeks has been beating fast With many hopes; it should be so-yes-yes— I knew that thou couldst never have a wish 400 To leave me, Luke: thou hast been bound to me Only by links of love: When thou art gone, What will be left to us!-But, I forget My purposes. Lay now the corner-stone, As I requested; and hereafter, Luke, 405 When thou art gone away, should evil men Be thy companions, think of me, my Son, And of this moment: hither turn thy thoughts, And God will strengthen thee: amid all fear And all temptation, Luke, I pray that thou 410 Mayst bear in mind the life thy Fathers lived, Who, being innocent, did for that cause Bestir them in good deeds. Now, fare thee wellWhen thou return'st, thou in this place wilt see A work which is not here—a covenant

415 'Twill be between us; but, whatever fate

Befall thee, I shall love thee to the last,
And bear thy memory with me to the grave."

The Shepherd ended here; and Luke stooped down,

And, as his Father had requested, laid

420 The first stone of the Sheep-fold. At the sight
The old Man's grief broke from him; to his heart
He pressed his Son, he kissèd him and wept;
And to the house together they returned.

Hushed was that House in peace, or seeming

peace,

425 Ere the night fell:—with morrow's dawn the Boy Began his journey, and when he had reached The public way, he put on a bold face;

And all the neighbors, as he passed their doors, Came forth with wishes and with farewell prayers, 430 That followed him till he was out of sight.

A good report did from their Kinsman come,
Of Luke and his well-doing: and the Boy
Wrote loving letters, full of wondrous news,
Which, as the Housewise phrased it, were
throughout

435 "The prettiest letters that were ever seen."
Both parents read them with rejoicing hearts.
So, many months passed on; and once again
The Shepherd went about his daily work
With confident and cheerful thoughts; and now
440 Sometimes when he could find a leisure hour
He to that valley took his way, and there
Wrought at the Sheep-fold. Meantime Luke

began

To slacken in his duty; and, at length,
He in the dissolute city gave himself
445 To evil courses: ignominy and shame
Fell on him, so that he was driven at last
To seek a hiding-place beyond the seas.

There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else 450 Would overset the brain, or break the heart: I have conversed with more than one who well Remember the old Man, and what he was

Years after he had heard this heavy news. His bodily frame had been from youth to age 455 Of an unusual strength. Among the rocks

He went, and still looked up to sun and cloud, And listened to the wind; and, as before, Performed all kinds of labor for his sheep, And for the land, his small inheritance. 460 And to that hollow dell from time to time Did he repair, to build the Fold of which His flock had need. 'Tis not forgotten yet The pity which was then in every heart For the old Man-and 'tis believed by all 465 That many and many a day he thither went, And never lifted up a single stone.

There, by the Sheep-fold, sometimes was he

seen,

Sitting alone, or with his faithful Dog,
Then old, beside him, lying at his feet.

470 The length of full seven years, from time to time,
He at the building of this Sheep-fold wrought,
And left the work unfinished when he died.
Three years, or little more, did Isabel

Survive her husband: at her death the estate 475 Was sold, and went into a stranger's hand.

The Cottage which was named The Evening Star Is gone the plowshare has been through the ground

On which it stood; great changes have been wrought

In all the neighborhood:-yet the oak is left 480 That grew beside their door; and the remains Of the unfinished Sheep-fold may be seen

Beside the boisterous brook of Green-head Ghyll.

MY HEART LEAPS UP

(1807)

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;

5 So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!

The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

THE SOLITARY REAPER

(1807)

Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!

5 Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O, listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.

No nightingale did ever chaunt
10 More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird, 15 Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?— Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, 20 And battles long ago: