Is joined through some dear homeborn tie;
The life[262] of all that we behold
Depends upon that mystery.
Vain is the glory of the sky,[263] 5
The beauty vain of field and grove,
Unless, while with admiring eye[264]
We gaze, we also learn to love.[265]
[260] A MS. copy of this fragment in Wordsworth’s handwriting, 31st December 1842, fixes the date approximately.—Ed.
[261] 1845.
Look up, look round, let things unfold