The Rainbow comes and goes, 10 And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; 15 The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where’er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. III Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound 20 As to the tabor’s sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; 25 No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday;-- Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy! 35 IV Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal,[313] 40 The fulness of your bliss, I feel--I feel it all.[314] Oh evil day! if I were sullen While Earth herself is adorning,[315] This sweet May-morning, And the Children are culling[316] 45 On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother’s arm:-- I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! 50 --But there’s a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: 55 Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now,[317] the glory and the dream? V