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All but neglect. The world, for so it
thought, Left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree, which stands Owed him no service ; wherefore he at near the lake of Esthwaite, on a desolate part
once of the shore, commanding a beautiful prospect. With indignation turned himself away,
And with the food of pride sustained his Composed in part at school at Hawkshead. The tree has disappeared, and the slip of Com
soul mon on which it stood, that ran parallel to the In solitude.—Stranger! these gloomy lake and lay open to it, has long been enclosed ;
boughs so that the road has lost much of its attraction. This spot was my favorite walk in the evenings
Had charms for him; and here he loved during the latter part of my school-time.
The stone-chat, or the glancing sandNAY, Traveller ! rest. This lonely Yew
piper : tree stands
And on these barren rocks, with fern Far from all human dwelling: what if
and heath, here
And juniper and thistle, sprinkled o'er, No sparkling rivulet spread the verdant Fixing his downcast eye, be many an herb ?
hour What if the bee love not these barren A morbid pleasure nourished, tracing boughs ?
here Yet, if the w id breathe soft, the curling An emblem of his own unfruitful life : waves,
And, lifting up his head, he then would That break against the shore, shall lull
gaze thy mind
On the more distant scene,-how lovely By one soft impulse saved from vacancy.
'tis Who he was
Thou seest,--and he would gaze till it That piled these stones and with the
became mossy sod
Far lovelier, and his heart could not susFirst covered, and here taught this aged
The beauty, still more beauteous! Nor, With its dark arms to form a circling
that time, bower,
When nature had subdued him to herI well remember.-He was
Would he forget those Beings to whose No common soul. In youth by science
Warm from the labors of benevolence, And led by nature into a wild scene The world, and human life, appeared a Of lofty hopes, he to the world went forth
Of kindred loveliness: then he would A favored Being, knowing no desire
sigh, Which genius did not hallow ; 'gainst Inly disturbed, to think that others felt the taint
What he must never feel : and so, lost Of dissolute tongues, and jealousy, and
Man ! bate,
On visionary views would fancy feed, And scorn,-against all enemies pre- Till his eye streamed with tears. In this pared,
Down which she so often has tripped
with her pail ; And a single small cottage, a nest like a
dove's, The one only dwelling on earth that she
He died,--this seat his only monument. If Thou be one whose heart the holy
forms Of young imagination have kept pure, Stranger! henceforth be warned; and
know that pride. Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness; that he, who feels con
tempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used ; that thought
with him Is in its infancy. The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one, The least of Nature's works, one who
might move The wise man to that scorn which wis.
dom holds Unlawful, ever.
O be wiser, Thou ! Instructed that true knowledge leads to
lore; True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward
thought, Can still suspect, and still revere him
self, In lowliness of heart. 1795. 1798.1
She looks, and her heart is in heaven:
but they fade, The mist and the river, the hill and the
shade : The stream will not flow, and the hill
will not rise, And the colors have all passed away
from her eyes! 1797. 1800.
A NIGHT-PIECE Composed on the road between Nether Stowey anı Alfoxilen, extempore. I distinctly recollect the very moment when I was struck, as described
-“ He looks up-the clouds are split," etc. (Wordsworth)
“Wordsworth particularly recommended to me among his Poems of Imagination, Yew Trees, and a description of Night. These, he says, are amongst the best for the imaginative power displayed in them.' (Diury of Henry Crabb Robinson, May 9, 1815.)
THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN
This arose out of my observation of the affecting music of these birds hanging in this way in the London streets during the freshness and tillness of the Spring morning.-(Wordsworth.)
At the corner of Wood Street, when day
light appears, Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has
sung for three years; Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and
has heard In the silence of morning the song of
-The sky is overcast With a continuous cloud of texture close, Heavy and wan, all whitened by the
Moon, Which through that veil is indistinctly
seen, A dull, contracted circle, yielding light So feebly spread, that not a shadow falls, Chequering the ground-from rock,
plant, tree, or tower. At length a pleasant instantaneous gleam Startles the pensive traveller while he
treads His lonesome path, with unobserving
eye Bent earthward ; he looks up-the
clouds are split Asunder,--and above his head he sees The clear Moon, and the glory of the
heavens. There, in a black-blue vault she sails
long, Follov ed by multitudes of stars, that,
small And sharp, and bright, along the dark
abyss Triin as she drives : how fast they
wheel away, 1 vanish not!--the wind is in the tree, bu they are silent ;-still they roll along ?, uneasurably distant; and the vault,
'Tis a note of enchantment; what ails
her? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees; Bright volumes of vapor through Loth
bury glide, And a river flows on through the vale
of Cheapside. Green pastures she views in the midst
of the dale,
1 Italic figures indicate the yes
of writin. ; upright figures the year of pul cation, dates for Wordsworth are taken from the bibl graphical tables in Vol. VIII of K.'s editiju of the Poems.
** So in the church-yard she was laid ;
Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " · How many ? Seven in all,” she said And wondering looked at me, “ And where are they? I pray you tell.” She answered, “Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. “ Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother ; And in the church-yard cottage. I Dwell near them with my mother." “You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven !-I pray you tell, Sweet Maid, how this may be." Then did the little Maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the church-vard lie, Beneath the church-yard tree.” * You run about, my little Maid, Your limbs they are alive : If two are in the church-yard laid, Then ye are only five." “ Their graves are green, they may be
seen.' The little Maid replied,
X SIMON LEE
THE OLD HUNTSMAN;
WITH AN INCIDENT IN WHICH HE WAS
This old man had been huntsman to the squires of Alfoxden.
The fact was as mentioned in the poem; and I have, after an interval of forty: five years, the image of the old man as fresh before my eyes as if I had seen him yesterday. The expression when the hounds were out, I dearly love their voice," was word for word from his own lips,
In the sweet shire of Cardigan, Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall,
“You're overtasked, good Simon Lee,
And he is lean and he is sick ;
The tears into his eyes were brought,
LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY
I HEARD a thousand blended notes,