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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,
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.

W. Wordsworth

CCCXXXVIII

ODE ON INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight

To me did seem
Apparell'd in celestial light,

5 The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;-
Turn wheresoe'er I may,

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By night or day,

The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

The rainbow comes and goes,

And lovely is the rose;

The moon doth with delight

Look round her when the heavens are bare;
Waters on a starry night

Are beautiful and fair;

The sunshine is a glorious birth;

But yet I know, where'er I go,

That there hath past away a glory from the earth.

Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song.

And while the young lambs bound

As to the tabor's sound,

To me alone there came a thought of grief:
A timely utterance gave that thought relief,
And I again am strong.

The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep:—
5 No more shall grief of mine the season wrong:
I hear the echoes through the mountains throng,
The winds come to me from the fields of sleep,
And all the earth is gay:

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Land and sea

Give themselves up to jollity.

And with the heart of May
Doth every beast keep holiday:-
Thou child of joy

Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy
Shepherd-boy!

15 Ye blessed Creatures. I have heard the call
Ye to each other make; I see

The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee;
My heart is at your festival,

My head hath its coronal,

20 The fulness of your bliss, I feel-I feel it all.
Oh evil day! if I were sullen
While Earth herself is adorning

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This sweet May-morning;

And the children are culling

On every side

In a thousand valleys far and wide,
Fresh flowers: while the sun shines warm
And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm:-—
I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
-But there's a tree, of many, one,
A single field which I have look'd upon,
Both of them speak of something that is gone:
The pansy at my feet

Doth the same tale repeat:
35 Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where it is now, the glory and the dream?
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting

And cometh from afar;

Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,

But trailing clouds of glory we do come
From God, who is our home:
5 Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy,

But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy;

10 The Youth, who daily farther from the east
Must trayel, still is Nature's priest,
And by the vision splendid

Is on his way attended;

At length the Man perceives it die away, 15 And fade into the light of common day.

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Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own;
Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind,
And, even with something of a mother's mind
And no unworthy aim,

The homely nurse doth all she can
To make her foster-child, her inmate, Man,

Forget the glories he hath known,
And that imperial palace whence he came.

Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, 25 A six years' darling of a pigmy size!

See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes! See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, 30 Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learnéd art; A wedding or a festival,

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A mourning or a funeral;

And this hath now his heart,
And unto this he frames his song:
Then will he fit his tongue

To dialogues of business, love, or strife;
But it will not be long
Ere this be thrown aside,
And with new joy and pride

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The little actor cons another part;

Filling from time to time his humorous stage'
With all the Persons, down to palsied Age,
That life brings with her in her equipage;
As if his whole vocation

Were endless imitation.

Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie
Thy soul's immensity;

Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep
10 Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind,
That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep,
Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind,—
Mighty Prophet! Seer blest!

On whom those truths do rest
15 Which we are toiling all our lives to find,
In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave;
Thou, over whom thy Immortality

Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave,
A Presence which is not to be put by;

20 Thou little child, yet glorious in the might
Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height,
Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke
The years to bring the inevitable yoke,

Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife?
25 Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight,
And custom lie upon thee with a weight
Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!

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O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live,
That Nature yet remembers
What was so fugitive!

The thought of our past years in me doth breed

Perpetual benediction: not indeed

For that which is most worthy to be blest,

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Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest,

With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:-
-Not for these I raise

The song of thanks and praise;
But for those obstinate questionings

Of sense and outward things,
Fallings from us, vanishings;
Blank misgivings of a creature

Moving about in worlds not realized,

5 High instincts, before which our mortal nature
Did tremble like a guilty thing surprized:
But for those first affections,

Those shadowy recollections,

Which, be they what they may, 10 Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing;

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Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make
Our noisy years seem moments in the being
Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake,

To perish never;

Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour,
Nor man nor boy

Nor all that is at enmity with joy,
Can utterly abolish or destroy!

Hence, in a season of calm weather
Though inland far we be,

Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither;

Can in a moment travel thither-
25 And see the children sport upon the shore,
And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.

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Then, sing ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song!
And let the young lambs bound

As to the tabor's sound!

We, in thought, will join your throng
Ye that pipe and ye that play,

Ye that through your hearts to-day
Feel the gladness of the May!

What though the radiance which was once so bright 35 Be now for ever taken from my sight,

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Though nothing can bring back the hour

Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy

Which having been must ever be;