quot; old grey stone,
quot;th of half a day,
quot; you thus alone,
quot;And dream your time away?
quot; lighd
quot;to beings else forlorn and blind!
quot;Up! Up! and drink t breathd
quot;From dead men to their kind.
quot;You look round on your moth,
quot;As if she for no purpose bore you;
quot;As if you h,
quot;And none ;
One morning te lake,
I kne why,
to me my good friend Matthew spake,
And thus I made reply.
quot;t cannot c see,
quot;e cannot bid till;
quot;Our bodies feel, whey be,
quot;Against, or h our will.
quot;Nor less I deem t there are powers,
quot;hemselves our minds impress,
quot;t his mind of ours,
quot;In a wise passiveness.
quot;ty sum
quot;Of things for ever speaking,
quot;t notself will come,
quot;But still be seeking?
quot;--t wherefore, here, alone,
quot;Conversing as I may,
quot;I sit upon tone,
quot;And dream my time a;