Here, where the reaper was at work of 11. use Here will I sit and wait, While to my ear from uplands fa. The bleating of the folded floc With distant cries of reapers i All the live murmur of a summe Screen'd is this nook o'er the high, : ers Of bloom on the bent grass wh And near me on the grass lies Glanv And roam'd the world with that wild brother hood, And came, as most men deem'd, to little good, But came to Oxford and his friends no more. But once, years after, in the country-lanes, And they can bind them to what thoughts they will. "And I," he said, "the secret of their art, When fully learn'd, will to the world impart; But it needs heaven-sent moments for this skill!" This said, he left them, and return'd no more. That the lost Scholar long was seen to stray, Seen by rare glimpses, pensive and tongue-tied, In hat of antique shape, and cloak of gray, The same the gipsies wore. Shepherds had met him on the Hurst in spring; At some lone alehouse in the Berkshire moors, On the warm ingle-bench, the smock-frock'd boors Had found him seated at their entering, But, mid their drink and clatter, he would fly; And I myself seem half to know thy looks, 1 And put the shepherds, wanderer, on thy trace; Moor'd to the cool bank in the summer heats, Mid wide grass meadows which the sunshine fills, And watch the warm green-muffled Cumner hills, And wonder if thou haunt'st their shy retreats. |