Ode On Intimations Of Immortality

From Recollections of Early Childhood
 
  The Child is father of the Man;
  And I could wish my days to be
  Bound each to each by natural piety.
 
 
  I
 
 There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
 The earth, and every common sight,
  To me did seem
  Apparelled in celestial light,
 The glory and the freshness of a dream.
 It is not now as it hath been of yore;--
  Turn wheresoe'er I may,
  By night or day,
 The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
 
 
  II
 
  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.
 
 
  III
 
 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;
 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;
  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!
 
 
  IV
 
 Ye blesse`d 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,
 The fulness of your bliss, I feel--I feel it all.
  Oh evil day! if I were sullen
  While the Earth herself is adorning,
  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 looked upon,
 Both of them speak of something that is gone:
  The Pansy at my feet
  Doth the same tale repeat:
 Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
 Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
 
 
  V
 
 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 do we come
  From God, who is our home:
 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;
 The Youth, who daily farther from the east
  Must travel, still is Nature's Priest,
  And by the vision splendid
  Is on his way attended;
 At length the Man perceives it die away,
 And fade into the light of common day.
 
 
  VI
 
 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.
 
 
  VII
 
 Behold the Child among his new-born blisses,
 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,
 Some fragment from his dream of human life,
 Shaped by himself with newly-learned art;
  A wedding or a festival,
  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
 The little Actor
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