Nor did you kill that you might eat, For him, though chased with furious heat, Sir, when I flew to seize the bird A louder voice than yours I heard, And harder to withstand. You cried-Forbear!'-but in my breast A mightier cried- Proceed! 'Twas Nature, sir, whose strong behest Impell'd me to the deed. "That, Father! will I gladly do: 'Tis scarcely afternoon The minster-clock has just struck two, At this the Father raised his hook, Not blither is the mountain roe: The wretched parents all that night At day-break on a hill they stood And thence they saw the bridge of wood, They wept-and, turning homeward, cried, Then downwards from the steep hill's edge And then an open field they crossed: They followed from the snowy bank Into the middle of the plank; -Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild. O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind. WORDSWORTH. |