The song of mountain-streams, unheard by day,
  Now hardly heard, beguiles my homeward way. [U]
  Air listens, like the sleeping water, still,
  To catch the spiritual music of the hill, [101] 370
  Broke only by the slow clock tolling deep,
  Or shout that wakes the ferry-man from sleep,
  The echoed hoof nearing the distant shore,
  The boat’s first motion—­made with dashing oar; [102]
  Sound of closed gate, across the water borne, 375
  Hurrying the timid [103] hare through rustling corn;
  The sportive outcry of the mocking owl; [104]
  And at long intervals the mill-dog’s howl;
  The distant forge’s swinging thump profound;
  Or yell, in the deep woods, of lonely hound. 380

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VARIANTS ON THE ABOVE POEM: 

[Variant 1: 

1836.

    His wizard course where hoary Derwent takes
    Thro’ craggs, and forest glooms, and opening lakes,
    Staying his silent waves, to hear the roar
    That stuns the tremulous cliffs of high Lodore: 
    Where silver rocks the savage prospect chear
    Of giant yews that frown on Rydale’s mere; 1793.

  Where Derwent stops his course to hear the roar
  That stuns the tremulous cliffs ... 1827.

(Omitting two lines of the 1793 text quoted above.)]

[Variant 2: 

1836.

  Where, bosom’d deep, the shy Winander peeps 1793.

  Where, deep embosom’d, shy Winander peeps 1827.]

[Variant 3: 

1836.

    Fair scenes! with other eyes, than once, I gaze,
    The ever-varying charm your round displays,
    Than when, ere-while, I taught, “a happy child,”
    The echoes of your rocks my carols wild: 
    Then did no ebb of chearfulness demand
    Sad tides of joy from Melancholy’s hand; 1793.

    Upon the varying charm your round displays, 1820.]

[Variant 4: 

1820.

    ... wild ... 1793.]

[Variant 5: 

1836.

    ... stars of night,
    Alike, when first the vales the bittern fills,
    Or the first woodcocks roam’d the moonlight hills. 1793.

    Alike, when heard the bittern’s hollow bill,
    Or the first woodcocks roam’d the moonlight hill. 1820.]

[Variant 6: 

1820.

    Return Delights! with whom my road begun,
    When Life rear’d laughing up her morning sun;
    When Transport kiss’d away my april tear,
    “Rocking as in a dream the tedious year”;
    When link’d with thoughtless Mirth I cours’d the plain, 1793.]

[Variant 7: 

1836.

    For then, ev’n then, the little heart would beat 1793.]

[Variant 8: 

1836.