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 Dappling its sunshine! And that Walnut-tree Was richly ting'd, and a deep radiance lay Full on the ancient Ivy, which usurps Those fronting elms, and now, with blackest mass Makes their dark branches gleam a lighter hue Through the late twilight: and though now the Bat Wheels silent by, and not a Swallow twitters, Yet still the solitary humble Bee Sings in the bean-flower! Henceforth I shall know That Nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure, No Plot so narrow, be but Nature there, No waste so vacant, but may well employ Each faculty of sense, and keep the heart Awake to Love and Beauty! and sometimes 'Tis well to be bereft of promised good, That we may lift the Soul, and contemplate With lively joy the joys we cannot share. My gentle-hearted Charles! when the last Rook Beat its straight path along the dusky air Homewards, I blest it! deeming, its black wing {Now a dim speck, now vanishing in ) Had cross'd the mighty Orb's dilated glory, While thou stood'st gazing; or when all was still, Errata