Have felt it, not the happy Quires of Spring, 235
Her own peculiar family of love
That sport among green leaves, a blither train.
But two are missing—two, a lonely pair
Of milk-white Swans, wherefore are they not seen
Partaking this day’s pleasure? From afar 240
They came, to sojourn here in solitude,
Choosing this Valley, they who had the choice
Of the whole world.[366] We saw them day by day,
Through these two months of unrelenting storm,