FLY, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale! br Say that we come, and come by this day's light; br Fly upon swiftest wing round field and height, br But chiefly let one Cottage hear the tale; br There let a mystery of joy prevail, br The kitten frolic, like a gamesome sprite, br And Rover whine, as at a second sight br Of near-approaching good that shall not fail: br And from that Infant's face let joy appear; br Yea, let our Mary's one companion child-- br That hath her six weeks' solitude beguiled br With intimations manifold and dear, br While we have wandered over wood and wild-- br Smile on his Mother now with bolder cheer.