English poem
"Fly, Some Kind Harbinger, To Grasmere-Dale" [A]
Composed September 25, 1803.--Published 1815
[This was actually composed the last day of our tour between Dalston and Grasmere.--I.F.]
One of the "Miscellaneous Sonnets" in 1815 and 1820.--Ed.
Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale! Say that we come, and come by this day's light; Fly upon swiftest wing round field and height, But chiefly let one Cottage hear the tale; There let a mystery of joy prevail, The kitten frolic, like a gamesome sprite, And Rover whine, as at a second sight Of near-approaching good that shall not fail: And from that Infant's face let joy appear; Yea, let our Mary's one companion child-- That hath her six weeks' solitude beguiled With intimations manifold and dear, While we have wandered over wood and wild-- Smile on his Mother now with bolder cheer.
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