"Of something felt, like something here;
Of something done, I know not where;
Such as no language may declare."
[19.] The clouds that gather. Compare these lines with the following from Wordsworth's "Excursion":
"Ah! why in age
Do we revert so fondly to the walks
Of childhood, but that there the soul discerns
The dear memorial footsteps unimpair'd
Of her own native vigor, thence can hear
Reverberations and a choral song,
Commingling with the incense that ascends
Undaunted toward the imperishable heavens,
From her own lonely altar?"
FOOTNOTES:
[44:A] The first stanza of We are Seven, said to have been written by Coleridge.
THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS.
We walked along, while bright and red
Uprose the morning sun;
And Matthew[1] stopped, he looked, and said,
'The will of God be done!'