How graciously thou wear'st the yoke br Of use that does not fail! br The grasses, like an anchored smoke, br Ride in the bending gale; br This knoll is snowed with blosmy manna, br And fire-dropt as a seraph's mail. br br Here every eve thou stretchest out br Untarnishable wing, br And marvellously bring'st about br Newly an olden thing; br Nor ever through like-ordered heaven br Moves largely thy grave progressing. br br Here every eve thou goest down br Behind the self-same hill, br Nor ever twice alike go'st down br Behind the self-same hill; br Nor like-ways is one flame-sopped flower br Possessed with glory past its will. br br Not twice alike! I am not blind, br My sight is live to see; br And yet I do complain of thy br Weary variety. br O Sun! I ask thee less or more, br Change not at all, or utterly! br br O give me unprevisioned new, br Or give to change reprieve! br For new in me is olden too, br That I for sameness grieve. br O flowers! O grasses! be but once br The grass and flower of yester-eve! br br Wonder and sadness are the lot br Of change: thou yield'st mine eyes br Grief of vicissitude, but not br Its penetrant surprise. br Immutability mutable br Burthens my spirit and the skies. br br O altered joy, all joyed of yore, br Plodding in unconned ways! br O grief grieved out, and yet once more br A dull, new, staled amaze! br I dream, and all was dreamed before, br Or dream I so? the dreamer says.