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THE LOVER'S JOURNEY	A
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It is the Soul that sees the outward eyes	B
Present the object but the Mind descries	B
And thence delight disgust or cool indiff'rence	B
	-
rise	B
When minds are joyful then we look around	C
And what is seen is all on fairy ground	C
Again they sicken and on every view	D
Cast their own dull and melancholy hue	D
Or if absorb'd by their peculiar cares	B
The vacant eye on viewless matter glares	B
Our feelings still upon our views attend	E
And their own natures to the objects lend	E
Sorrow and joy are in their influence sure	F
Long as the passion reigns th' effects endure	F
But Love in minds his various changes makes	B
And clothes each object with the change he takes	B
His light and shade on every view he throws	B
And on each object what he feels bestows	B
Fair was the morning and the month was June	G
When rose a Lover love awakens soon	G
Brief his repose yet much he dreamt the while	H
Of that day's meeting and his Laura's smile	H
Fancy and love that name assign'd to her	I
Call'd Susan in the parish register	I
And he no more was John his Laura gave	J
The name Orlando to her faithful slave	J
Bright shone the glory of the rising day	K
When the fond traveller took his favourite way	K
He mounted gaily felt his bosom light	L
And all he saw was pleasing in his sight	L
'Ye hours of expectation quickly fly	M
And bring on hours of bless'd reality	A
When I shall Laura see beside her stand	N
Hear her sweet voice and press her yielded hand '	-
First o'er a barren heath beside the coast	O
Orlando rode and joy began to boast	O
'This neat low gorse ' said he 'with golden	P
	-
bloom	Q
Delights each sense is beauty is perfume	Q
And this gay ling with all its purple flowers	B
A man at leisure might admire for hours	B
This green fringed cup moss has a scarlet tip	R
That yields to nothing but my Laura's lip	R
And then how fine this herbage men may say	K
A heath is barren nothing is so gay	K
Barren or bare to call such charming scene	S
Argues a mind possess'd by care and spleen '	-
Onward he went and fiercer grew the heat	T
Dust rose in clouds before the horse's feet	T
For now he pass'd through lanes of burning sand	N
Bounds to thin crops or yet uncultured land	N
Where the dark poppy flourish'd on the dry	M
And sterile soil and mock'd the thin set rye	M
'How lovely this ' the rapt Orlando said	U
'With what delight is labouring man repaid	V
The very lane has sweets that all admire	W
The rambling suckling and the vigorous brier	I
See wholesome wormwood grows beside the way	K
Where dew press'd yet the dog rose bends the spray	K
Fresh herbs the fields fair shrubs the banks	B
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adorn	X
And snow white bloom falls flaky from the thorn	X
No fostering hand they need no sheltering wall	Y
They spring uncultured and they bloom for all '	-
The Lover rode as hasty lovers ride	Z
And reach'd a common pasture wild and wide	Z
Small black legg'd sheep devour with hunger keen	S
The meagre herbage fleshless lank and lean	S
Such o'er thy level turf Newmarket stray	K
And there with other black legs find their prey	K
He saw some scatter'd hovels turf was piled	A2
In square brown stacks a prospect bleak and wild	A2
A mill indeed was in the centre found	C
With short sear herbage withering all around	C
A smith's black shed opposed a wright's long shop	B2
And join'd an inn where humble travellers stop	B2
'Ay this is Nature ' said the gentle 'Squire	K
'This ease peace pleasure who would not admire	K
With what delight these sturdy children play	K
And joyful rustics at the close of day	K
Sport follows labour on this even space	B
Will soon commence the wrestling and the race	B
Then will the village maidens leave their home	C2
And to the dance with buoyant spirits come	D2
No affectation in their looks is seen	S
Nor know they what disguise aud flattery mean	S
Nor aught to move an envious pang they see	A
Easy their service and their love is free	A
Hence early springs that love it long endures	B
And life's first comfort while they live ensures	B
They the low roof and rustic comforts prize	B
Nor cast on prouder mansions envying eyes	B
Sometimes the news at yonder town they hear	K
And learn what busier mortals feel and fear	K
Secure themselves although by tales amazed	E2
Of towns bombarded and of cities razed	E2
As if they doubted in their still retreat	T
The very news that makes their quiet sweet	T
And their days happy happier only knows	B
He on whom Laura her regard bestows '	-
On rode Orlando counting all the while	H
The miles he pass'd and every coming mile	H
Like all attracted things he quicker flies	B
The place approaching where th' attraction lies	B
When next appear'd a dam so call the place	B
Where lies a road confined in narrow space	B
A work of labour for on either side	Z
Is level fen a prospect wild and wide	Z
With dikes on either hand by ocean's self supplied	Z
Far on the right the distant sea is seen	S
And salt the springs that feed the marsh between	S
Beneath an ancient bridge the straiten'd flood	F2
Rolls through its sloping banks of slimy mud	F2
Near it a sunken boat resists the tide	Z
That frets and hurries to th' opposing side	Z
The rushes sharp that on the borders grow	K
Bend their brown flow'rets to the stream below	K
Impure in all its course in all its progress slow	K
Here a grave Flora scarcely deigns to bloom	Q
Nor wears a rosy blush nor sheds perfume	Q
The few dull flowers that o'er the place are spread	U
Partake the nature of their fenny bed	U
Here on its wiry stem in rigid bloom	Q
Grows the salt lavender that lacks perfume	Q
Here the dwarf sallows creep the septfoil harsh	G2
And the soft slimy mallow of the marsh	G2
Low on the ear the distant billows sound	C
And just in view appears their stony bound	C
No hedge nor tree conceals the glowing sun	P
Birds save a wat'ry tribe the district shun	P
Nor chirp among the reeds where bitter waters run	P
'Various as beauteous Nature is thy face '	-
Exclaim'd Orlando 'all that grows has grace	B
All are appropriate bog and marsh and fen	H2
Are only poor to undiscerning men	H2
Here may the nice and curious eye explore	K
How Nature's hand adorns the rushy moor	K
Here the rare moss in secret shade is found	C
Here the sweet myrtle of the shaking ground	C
Beauties are these that from the view retire	K
But well repay th' attention they require	K
For these my Laura will her home forsake	I2
And all the pleasures they afford partake '	-
Again the country was enclosed a wide	Z
And sandy road has banks on either side	Z
Where lo a hollow on the left appear'd	J2
And there a gipsy tribe their tent had rear'd	J2
'Twas open spread to catch the morning sun	P
And they had now their early meal begun	P
When two brown boys just left their grassy seat	T
The early Trav'ller with their prayers to greet	T
While yet Orlando held his pence in hand	N
He saw their sister on her duty stand	N
Some twelve years old demure affected sly	M
Prepared the force of early powers to try	M
Sudden a look of languor he descries	B
And well feign'd apprehension in her eyes	B
Train'd but yet savage in her speaking face	B
He mark'd the features of her vagrant race	B
When a light laugh and roguish leer express'd	K2
The vice implanted in her youthful breast	K2
Forth from the tent her elder brother came	L2
Who seem'd offended yet forbore to blame	L2
The young designer but could only trace	B
The looks of pity in the trav'ller's face	B
Within the Father who from fences nigh	M
Had brought the fuel for the fire's supply	M
Watch'd now the feeble blaze and stood dejected	M2
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by	M
On ragged rug just borrow'd from the bed	U
And by the hand of coarse indulgence fed	U
In dirty patchwork negligently dress'd	K2
Reclined the Wife an infant at her breast	K2
In her wild face some touch of grace remain'd	N2
Of vigour palsied and of beauty stain'd	N2
Her bloodshot eyes on her unheeding mate	O2
Were wrathful turn'd and seem'd her wants to	D
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state	O2
Cursing his tardy aid her Mother there	K
With gipsy state engross'd the only chair	K
Solemn and dull her look with such she stands	B
And reads the milk maid's fortune in her hands	B
Tracing the lines of life assumed through years	B
Each feature now the steady falsehood wears	B
With hard and savage ey	P2

George Crabbe

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