O sweeter than the Marriage-feast, "Tis sweeter far to me To walk together to the Kirk With a goodly company. To walk together to the Kirk And all together pray, While each to his great father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And Youths, and Maidens gay. Farewell, farewell! but this I tell He prayeth well who loveth well He prayeth best who loveth best The Mariner, whose eye is bright, Is gone; and now the wedding-guest He went, like one that hath been stunn'd And is of sense forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn. LINES Written a few miles above TINTERN ABBEY, on revisiting the banks of the WYE during a Tour. July 13, 1798. Five years have passed; five summers, with the length These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect Here, under this dark sycamore, and view These plots of cottage ground, these orchard-tufts, The river is not affected by the tides a few miles above Tintern. Which, at this season, with their unripe fruits, Though absent long, These forms of beauty have not been to me, |