T'was Spring, T'was Summer, All

Along The Cool Sequestered Vale Of Life, They Kept The Noiseless Tenour Of Their Way.

Beyond The Limits Of A Vulgar Fate, Beneath The Good How Far,-but Far Above The Great.

Chill Penury Repress'd Their Noble Rage, And Froze The Genial Current Of The Soul.

In The Evening, I Walked Alone Down To The Lake By The Side Of Crow Park After Sunset And Saw The Solemn Coloring Of Night Draw On, The Last Gleam Of Sunshine Fading Away On The Hilltops, The Seep Serene Of The Asters, And The Long Shadows Of The Mountains Thrown Across Them, Till They Nearly Touched The Hithermost Shore. At Distance Hear The Murmur Of Many Waterfalls Not Audible In The Day-time. Wished For The Moon, But She Was Dark To Me And Silent, Hid In Her Vacant Interlunar Cave.

Far From The Madding Crowd's Ignoble Strife Their Sober Wishes Never Learn'd To Stray; Along The Cool Sequester'd Vale Of Life They Kept The Noiseless Tenor Of Their Way.