I

there was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,

the earth, and every common sight,

to me did seem

apparelled in celestial light,

the glory and the freshness of a dream.

it is not now as it hath been of yore; -

turn wheresoe'er i may,

by night or day,

the things which i have seen i now can see no more.

ii

the rainbow comes and goes,

and lovely is the rose,

the moon doth with delight

look round her when the heavens are bare;

waters on a starry night

are beautiful and fair;

the sunshine is a glorious birth;

but yet i know, where'er i go,

that there hath past away a glory from the earth.

iii

now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song,

and while the young lambs bound

as to the tabor's sound,

to me alone there came a thought of grief:

a timely utterance gave that thought relief,

and i again am strong:

the cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep;

no more shall grief of mine the season wrong;

i hear the echoes through the mountains throng,

the winds come to me from the fields of sleep,

and all the earth is gay;

land and sea

give themselves up to jollity,

and with the heart of may

doth every beast keep holiday; -

thou child of joy,

shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy

shepherd-boy!

iv

ye blessed creatures, i have heard the call

ye to each other make; i see

the heavens laugh with you in your jubilee;

my heart is at your festival,

my head hath its coronal,

the fulness of your bliss, i feel - i feel it all.

oh evil day! if i were sullen

while the earth herself is adorning,

this sweet may-morning,

and the children are culling

on every side,

in a thousand valleys far and wide,

fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm,

and the babe leaps up on his mother's arm: -

i hear, i hear, with joy i hear!

- but there's a tree, of many, one,

a single field which i have looked upon,

both of them speak of something that is gone:

the pansy at my feet

doth the same tale repeat:

whither is fled the visionary gleam?

where is it now, the glory and the dream?

v

our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:

the soul that rises with us, our life's star,

hath had elsewhere its setting,

and cometh from afar:

not in entire forgetfulness,

and not in utter nakedness,

but trailing clouds of glory do we come

from god, who is our home:

heaven lies about us in our infancy!

shades of the prison-house begin to close

upon the growing boy,

but he beholds the light, and whence it flows,

he sees it in his joy;

the youth, who daily farther from the east

must travel, still is nature's priest,

and by the vision splendid

is on his way attended;

at length the man perceives it die away,

and fade into the light of common day.

vi

earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own;

yearnings she hath in her own natural kind,

and, even with something of a mother's mind,

and no unworthy aim,

the homely nurse doth all she can

to make her foster-child, her inmate man,

forget the glories he hath known,

and that imperial palace whence he came.

how does the structure of the poem affect its meaning?

each stanza reinforces the speaker’s point that as people age, their minds close to the wonders of life.

the stanzas alternate between the point of view of a child and an adult to compare how children and adults perceive the natural world.

each stanza explains that as children experience certain life events, their thinking becomes more complex.

the stanzas build upon one another to explain how and what children learn through the experience of aging.