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.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memorials-of-a-tour-in-scotland-1803-xiv-fly-some-kind-haringer-to-grasmere-dale/
