Defaced, and grinding wheels on flint,。，
That had thee here obscure.。，Urges passion's nightingale.
Helpless in his froth-wrath as green logs seethe!。，Breathless, given up to sun and gnat and fly.
Ere touch'd, the pendulous flower of the plants of sloth,。，Sights that made the unsighted appear,
With music wrought of distraction his heart enlarged.。，And where alike we are, unlike where, and the veined
Soft new beech-leaves, up to beamy April。，Heavenly Rose to swelling sea.
With fountain ardour, fountain play,。，The remembrance of light through the screen
To spring perennial; well-spring is common ground.。，Diminished, in strangeness distinct,
And how acquired, of the zeal of love to acquire,。，VIII
Breathes a falling breath that carries thoughts of me.。，They have bloom i' the blood and sap
Pursue thy craft: it is music drawn of a fount。，To reach the shining tops of day,
I pipe him much for his good could he understand.。，
God! of whom music。，Life is both a lure and goad.
Swarms, and the blackbird's mellow fluting notes。，IX
For closer drawn to our mother's natural milk,。，
Then the youth and the shuddering girl,。，Sure as fruits for sweat would the praise come fast.
To tell of the things profound,。，Urges passion's nightingale.
，Coolest bargainer best buys.。，You will get them quick as wings,