The Fold

"Dear are some hidden things                 My soul has sealed in silence; past delights,          Hope unconfessed; desires with hampered"

"THE POET SINGS TO HER POET     O poet of the time to be,         My conqueror, I began for thee.     Enter into thy poet's pain,         And"

"No new delights to our desire         The singers of the past can yield.         I lift mine eyes to hill and field,     And see in them your y"

"I come from nothing; but from where     Come the undying thoughts I bear?         Down, through long links of death and birth,         From the"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"