Varying its shape wherever he may run.
As they from turf yet hoar with sleepy dew
All turn, and court the shining and the green, 10
Where herbs look up, and opening flowers are seen;
Why to God’s goodness cannot We be true,
And so, His[188] gifts and promises between,
Feed to the last on pleasures ever new?
[182] 1845.
The title, in 1838, was “Composed on the Same Morning”; referring to the previous sonnet in that edition, beginning—
If with old love of you, dear Hills! I share.