[175] 1845. The title in 1838 was “COMPOSED ON MAY-MORNING, 1838”; and “RYDAL MOUNT” was written at the foot of the sonnet. [176] 1838. May, if from these thy northern haunts I share Fond looks of mind for images remote Fetched out of milder climates, blame me not, Nor that, upris’n thus early, I compare MS. Let those who will or can, dear May, forbear To rise and hail thy coming, I could not. The vivid images of scenes remote Rushing on memory urge me to compare MS. Dear native Hills, the love of you I share With … MS. Dear fields and native mountains, if I share My love of youth with love of objects brought {From far, by faithful memory, blame me not. } {Fetched from a milder climate, blame me not.} {From a distant land by memory, blame me not.} {Nor that, upris’n thus early, } {Nor be displeased, sweet May, if} I compare {May,} {Thy } present … MS. [177] 1838. … past, MS. [178] On May morning, 1837, Wordsworth was in Rome with Henry Crabb Robinson.--ED. [179] The Flavian Amphitheatre, begun by Vespasian, A.D. 72, and continued by his son Titus, one of the noblest structures in Rome, now a ruin. --ED. [180] 1845. … of sombre hue, 1838. … by thoughts of sombre hue, MS. [181] 1838. … too, How my heart swelled when in the mighty ring, The mouldering, shadowy, sunny Collosseum, I heard with some sad thoughts of local hue Warblers there lodged, for victories won by spring MS. … too, Here did I a deathless joy embosoming, {Mid } the shadowy Collosseum, {Within} Hear not without sad thoughts of local hue MS. … too, Heard I, a deathless joy embosoming, Tho’ not without sad thoughts of local hue, Amid the shadowy, sunny, Collosseum, Warblers there lodged, for victories won by Spring MS. COMPOSED ON A MAY MORNING, 1838[182] Composed 1838.--Published 1838[183] This was one of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”--ED. Life with yon Lambs, like day, is just begun, Yet Nature seems to them a heavenly guide.[184] Does joy approach? they meet the coming tide; And sullenness avoid, as now they shun[185] Pale twilight’s lingering glooms,--and in the sun 5 Couch near their dams, with quiet satisfied;[186] Or gambol--each with his shadow at his side,[187] Varying its shape wherever he may run. As they from turf yet hoar with sleepy dew All turn, and court the shining and the green, 10 Where herbs look up, and opening flowers are seen; Why to God’s goodness cannot We be true, And so, His[188] gifts and promises between, Feed to the last on pleasures ever new? [182] 1845.