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⟨The first spring time⟩
And has the remnant of my life
⟨pilfered⟩ Been pilfered of this sunny Spring?
And have its own prelusive sounds
Touched in my heart no echoing string?5
Ah! say not so — the hidden life
Couchant within this feeble frame
Hath been enriched by kindred gifts,
That, undesired, unsought-for, came
With joyful heart in youthful days10
When fresh each season in its Round
I welcomed the earliest Celandine
Glittering atop upon the mossy ground;
With busy eyes I pierced the lane
In quest of known and unknown things,15
⟨a lamp⟩— The primrose ^ a lamp on its fortress rock,
⟨The silent⟩ The butterfly trying spreading its wings, ⟨silent⟩
The violet betrayed by its breath, noiseless breath;
The daffodil dancing in the breeze,
The carolling thrush, on his naked perch,20
Towering above the budding trees.
Our cottage-hearth no longer our home,
Companions of Nature were we,
The stirring, the Still, the Loquacious, the Mute —
To all we gave our sympathy.25
⟨Yet⟩ But never in those careless days,
When spring-time in rock, field, or bower
Was but as a but a fountain of hope earthly hope,
A promise of fruits & the splendid flower.
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No! then I never felt a bliss
That might with that compare
Which, piercing to my couch of rest,
Came on the vernal air,
When loving Friends an offering brought,5
The first flowers of the year,
Culled from the precincts of our home,
From nooks to Memory dear.
With some sad thoughts that the work was done, the
Unprompted and unbidden,10
But joy it brought to my hidden life,
To consciousness no longer hidden.
I felt a power unfelt before,
Controlling weakness, languor, pain;
It bore me to the Terrace walk15
I trod the hills again; —
No prisoner in this lonely room,
I saw the green Banks of the Wye,
Recalling thy prophetic words,
Bard, Brother, Friend from infancy!20
No need of motion, or of strength,
Or even the breathing air:
—I thought of Natures’ loveliest scenes; (Q? haunts
Q? scenes⟩
And with Memory I was there.25
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Composed on f.37v, opposite the final stanza of “Irregular Verses” on f.382, this appears to be part of a reworking of that poem. The second image shows how the notebook appears when open.
