Driven in by Autumn's sharpening air From half-stripped woods and pastures bare, Brisk Robin seeks a kindlier home: Not like a beggar is he come, But enters as a looked-for guest, 5 Confiding in his ruddy breast, As if it were a natural shield Charged with a blazon on the field, Due to that good and pious deed Of which we in the Ballad read. 10 But pensive fancies putting by, And wild-wood sorrows, speedily He plays the expert ventriloquist; And, caught by glimpses now--now missed, Puzzles the listener with a doubt 15 If the soft voice he throws about Comes from within doors or without! Was ever such a sweet confusion, Sustained by delicate illusion? He's at your elbow--to your feeling 20 The notes are from the floor or ceiling; And there's a riddle to be guessed, 'Till you have marked his heaving chest, And busy throat whose sink and swell,[1004] Betray the Elf that loves to dwell 25 In Robin's bosom, as a chosen cell. Heart-pleased we smile upon the Bird If seen, and with like pleasure stirred Commend him, when he's only heard. But small and fugitive our gain 30 Compared with _hers_[1005] who long hath lain, With languid limbs and patient head Reposing on a lone sick-bed; Where now, she[1006] daily hears a strain That cheats her[1007] of too busy cares, 35 Eases her pain, and helps her prayers.[1008] And who but this dear Bird beguiled The fever of that pale-faced Child; Now cooling, with his passing wing, Her forehead, like a breeze of Spring: 40 Recalling now, with descant soft Shed round her pillow from aloft, Sweet thoughts of angels hovering nigh, And the invisible sympathy Of "Matthew, Mark, and Luke, and John, 45 Blessing the bed she lies upon?"[1009] And sometimes, just as listening ends In slumber, with the cadence blends A dream of that low-warbled hymn Which old folk, fondly pleased to trim 50 Lamps of faith, now burning dim, Say that the Cherubs carved in stone, When clouds gave way at dead of night And the ancient church was filled with light,[1010] Used to sing in heavenly tone, 55 Above and round the sacred places They guard, with winged baby-faces.