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--Thy lake, mid smoking woods, that blue and grey
Gleams, streaked or dappled, hid from morning's ray 1815.

As beautiful the flood where blue or grey
Dappled, or streaked, as hid from morning's ray. C. ]


[Variant 34:

1836.

. . . to fold 1815. ]


[Variant 35:

1836.

From thickly-glittering spires the matin bell
Calling the woodman from his desert cell,
A summons to the sound of oars, that pass,
Spotting the steaming deeps, to early mass;
Slow swells the service o'er the water born,
While fill each pause the ringing woods of morn. 1815.

Calls forth the woodman with its cheerful knell. C. ]


[Variant 36: This couplet was first added in 1845. ]


[Variant 37:

1845.
Farewell those forms that in thy noon-tide shade,
Rest, near their little plots of wheaten glade; 1820.

Ye lovely forms that in the noontide shade
Rest near their little plots of wheaten glade. C. ]


[Variant 38:

1845.

Those charms that bind . . . 1820. ]


[Variant 39:

1836.

And winds, . . . 1820. ]


[Variant 40:

1836.

Yet arts are thine that soothe the unquiet heart,
And smiles to Solitude and Want impart.
I lov'd, 'mid thy most desart woods astray,
With pensive step to measure my slow way,
By lonely, silent cottage-doors to roam,
The far-off peasant's day-deserted home.