Intimations of Immortality, op. 29

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream

The rainbow comes and goes

Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song

Ye blessèd Creatures, I have heard the call

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting

Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own

O joy! that in our embers

Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song!

And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills and Groves