Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.
I'll teach my boy the sweetest things; I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm.
By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!
A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.