...see no more. [Change means loss: this is my chorus, not Wordsworth's.] 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. The rainbow comes and goes And lovely is the Rose . . . The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I...

...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; — Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherdboy! Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard...