With music wrought of distraction his heart enlarged.。，The soul of light vivid shone, a stream within stream;
Bulls, that walk the pastures in kingly-flashing coats!。，That had thee here obscure.
More love should I have, and much less care.。，
Outran the measure, his juice of the woods reclaimed.。，Whispered the world was; morning light is she.
Pouring streams, and the whole solid height。，Melodious: as the God did he drive and check,
White sails furl; or on the ocean borders。，The height was a fountain-urn
XI。，In whom the millions rejoice
。，Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.
Thick on spots of umbrage our drowsed flocks lay.。，In heat, the run of the river on root and stone,
Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.。，Doves of the fir-wood walling high our red roof
And imminent. Downward they fled,。，Threading it with colour, like yewberries the yew.
O the rosy light! it fleets,。，His cushion mosses in shades of various green,
With life to serve, and, pass reward,。，Glad the young that come of youth.
That glide in grasses and rubble of woody wreck;。，Quaintest, richest carol of all the singing throats!
By riddling fingers expanded, oft watched in growth。，There was none for the desolate youth
The soul of light vivid shone, a stream within stream;。，Thinking of the harvest: I look and think of mine.
，O the nutbrown tresses nodding interlaced!。，