Can neer be desolate.

The dearest hands that clasp our hands, --

Where waving woods and waters wild

For every breath that stirs the trees,

That flesh and dust impart:

Look out oer vale and hill-

When Sorrow is asleep;

And turn yｒｅａｄ.99csw•cｏｍour eyes around,

Except your musing heart.

Hear not the wind -- view not the woods;

Though the same wind now blows around,

The dearest voice that meets our ear,

May yet be in your mind;

When Sorrow bids us wｒｅａｄ.99ｃsw.ｃoｍeep!

That tone may come no more!

The chilling autumn wind.

Beneath the freshening wind.

Youth fades; and then, the joys of youth,

The summer sun is fread.９９cｓｗ.cｏｍaint on them --

Do hymn an autumn sound.

Their presence may be oer;

Whatever prospect Heaven doth bound,

Oh! like that wind, is all the mirth

Gay words and jests may make us smile,

Doth cause a leaf to fall.

In spring, the sky enchｔｔｐｓ://rｅａｄ.９9ｃｓw•ｃomircled them --

The sky is round them still.

You would its blast recall;

But other things must make us smile,

Come change -- and human fate!

Which once refreshd our mind,

We cannot bear its visitings,

And how you heard the green woods sinhｔｔｐｓ://ｒｅad.９9ｃsｗ•cｏｍg

Shall come -- as, on those sighing woods,

The summer flowers depart --

When change is on the heart.

How there you sat in summer-time,

Sit still -- as all transformd to stone,

Come autumns scathe -- come winters cold --

Go, sit upon the lofty hill,