The Child is Father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.[311]
I
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream. 5
It is not now as it hath[312] been of yore;—