THE DREAMER.
"Where's the profit in mounting
The copse-hill, and counting
The stars and the glow-worms that glimmer around?
Why, why dost thou wander
Where brooklets meander,
And listen as though there were speech in the sound?
The copse-hill, and counting
The stars and the glow-worms that glimmer around?
Why, why dost thou wander
Where brooklets meander,
And listen as though there were speech in the sound?
"What lore are you gleaning
While silently leaning
O'er Spring's simple snowdrop and Autumn's dry leaf?
Why waste your strong powers
'Mid green hills and flowers,
When wealth is so mighty and life is so brief?
While silently leaning
O'er Spring's simple snowdrop and Autumn's dry leaf?
Why waste your strong powers
'Mid green hills and flowers,
When wealth is so mighty and life is so brief?
Up, man, and be doing:
No longer be wooing
The smiles of the moonlight and song of the bird.
Muse no more on the motion
Of cloud-scud and ocean;
But mix where the hum of the Active is heard.
No longer be wooing
The smiles of the moonlight and song of the bird.
Muse no more on the motion
Of cloud-scud and ocean;
But mix where the hum of the Active is heard.
"Is it fair he should fatten,
And revel and batten,
Who 'draweth no water' and 'heweth no wood!"
Shame, shame, to thee, Dreamer!
Thou bubble-blown schemer,
Thy presence among us here cannot be good!"
And revel and batten,
Who 'draweth no water' and 'heweth no wood!"
Shame, shame, to thee, Dreamer!
Thou bubble-blown schemer,
Thy presence among us here cannot be good!"
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The Dreamer replied not;
He smiled not, he sigh'd not;
He smiled not, he sigh'd not;
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