quot; old grey stone,

    quot;th of half a day,

    quot; you thus alone,

    quot;And dream your time away?

    quot; lighd

    quot;to beings else forlorn and blind!

    quot;Up! Up! and drink t breathd

    quot;From dead men to their kind.

    quot;You look round on your moth,

    quot;As if she for no purpose bore you;

    quot;As if you h,

    quot;And none ;

    One morning te lake,

    I kne why,

    to me my good friend Matthew spake,

    And thus I made reply.

    quot;t cannot c see,

    quot;e cannot bid till;

    quot;Our bodies feel, whey be,

    quot;Against, or h our will.

    quot;Nor less I deem t there are powers,

    quot;hemselves our minds impress,

    quot;t his mind of ours,

    quot;In a wise passiveness.

    quot;ty sum

    quot;Of things for ever speaking,

    quot;t notself will come,

    quot;But  still be seeking?

    quot;--t wherefore, here, alone,

    quot;Conversing as I may,

    quot;I sit upon tone,

    quot;And dream my time a;