Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.
Come not, when I am dead,
To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,
To trample round my fallen head,
And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save.
THE splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;
The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape,
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;
But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee?
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
Beautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion,
O you with your passionate shriek for the rights of an equal
What does little birdie say
In her nest at peep of day?
Let me fly, says little birdie,
Mother, let me fly away.
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;