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And, while I gaze upon the spectacle Of clouded splendour, on this dream like sight 95 Of solemn loveliness, I think on thee, My Brother, and on all which thou hast lost. AND WHILE I GAZE UPON THE SPECTACLE OF CLOUDED SPLENDOUR ON THIS DREAM LIKE SIGHT OF SOLEMN LOVELINESS I THINK ON THEE MY BROTHER AND ON ALL WHICH THOU HAST LOST
 not, knew little in what mould Each other's mind was fashioned; [11] and at length When once again we met in Grasmere Vale, Between us there was little other bond Than common feelings of fraternal love. 75 But thou, a School-boy, to the sea hadst carried Undying recollections; Nature there Was with thee; she, who loved us both, she still Was with thee; and even so didst thou become A _silent_ Poet; from the solitude 80 Of the vast sea didst bring a watchful heart Still couchant, an inevitable ear, And an eye practised like a blind man's touch. --Back to the joyless Ocean thou art gone; Nor from this vestige of thy musing hours 85 Could I withhold thy honoured name,--and now I love the fir-grove [12] with a perfect love. Thither do I withdraw when cloudless suns Shine hot, or wind blows troublesome and strong; And there I sit at evening, when the steep 90 Of Silver-how, and Grasmere's peaceful [13] lake, And one green island, gleam between the stems Of the dark firs, a visionary scene! OUTH YEAR FOLLOWED YEAR MY BROTHER AND WE TWO CONVERSING NOT KNEW LITTLE IN WHAT MOULD EACH OTHER'S MIND WAS FASHIONED AND AT LENGTH WHEN ONCE AGAIN WE MET IN GRASSMERE VALE BETWEEN US THERE WAS LITTLE OTHER BOND THAN COMMON FEELINGS OF FRATERNAL LOVE BUT THOU A SCHOOLBOY TO THE SEA HADST CARRIED UNDYING RECOLLECTIONS NATURE THERE WAS WITH THEE SHE WHO LOVED US BOTH SHE STILL WAS WITH THEE AND EVEN SO DIDST THOU BECOME A SILENT POET FROM THE SOLITUDE OF THE VAST SEA DIDST BRING A WATCHFUL HEART STILL COUCHANT AN INEVITABLE EAR AND AN EYE PRACTISED LIKE A BLIND MAN'S TOUCH BACK TO THE JOYLESS OCEAN THOU ART GONE NOR FROM THIS VESTIGE OF THY MUSING HOURS COULD I WITHHOLD THY HONOURED NAME AND NOW I LOVE THE FIR GROVE WITH A PERFECT LOVE THITHER DO I WITHDRAW WHEN CLOUDLESS SUNS SHINE HOT OR WIND BLOWS TROUBLESOME AND STRONG AND THERE I SIT AT EVENING WHEN THE STEEP OF SILVER HOWE AND GRASSMERE'S PEACEFUL LAKE AND ONE GREEN ISLAND GLEAM BETWEEN THE STEMS OF THE DARK FIRS A VISIONARY SCENE
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