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- To William Wordsworth[;] Composed on the Night After his Reaction of a
Poem in the Growth of an Individual Mind
To William Wordsworth[;] Composed on the Night After his Reaction of a
Poem in the Growth of an Individual Mind
- 1Friend of the wise! and Teacher of the Good!
- 2Into my heart have I received that Lay
- 3More than historic, that prophetic Lay
- 4Wherein (high theme by thee first sung aright)
- 5Of the foundations and the building up
- 6Of a Human Spirit thou hast dared to tell
- 7What may be told, to the understanding mind
- 8Revealable; and what within the mind
- 9By vital breathings secret as the soul
- 10Of vernal growth, oft quickens in the heart
- 11Thoughts all too deep for words!--
- 12Theme hard as high!
- 13Of smiles spontaneous, and mysterious fears
- 14(The first-born they of Reason and twin-birth),
- 15Of tides obedient to external force,
- 16And currents self-determined, as might seem,
- 17Or by some inner Power; of moments awful,
- 18Now in thy inner life, and now abroad,
- 19When power streamed from thee, and thy soul received
- 20The light reflected, as a light bestowed--
- 21Of fancies fair, and milder hours of youth,
- 22Hyblean murmurs of poetic thought
- 23Industrious in its joy, in vales and glens
- 24Native or outland, lakes and famous hills!
- 25Or on the lonely high-road, when the stars
- 26Were rising; or by secret mountain-streams,
- 27The guides and the companions of thy way!
- 28Of more than Fancy, of the Social Sense
- 29Distending wide, and man beloved as man,
- 30Where France in all her towns lay vibrating
- 31Like some becalméd bark beneath the burst
- 32Of Heaven's immediate thunder, when no cloud
- 33Is visible, or shadow on the main.
- 34For thou wert there, thine own brows garlanded,
- 35Amid the tremor of a realm aglow,
- 36Amid a mighty nation jubilant,
- 37When from the general heart of human kind
- 38Hope sprang forth like a full-born Deity!
- 39----Of that dear Hope afflicted and struck down,
- 40So summoned homeward, thenceforth calm and sure
- 41From the dread watch-tower of man's absolute self,
- 42With light unwaning on her eyes, to look
- 43Far on--herself a glory to behold,
- 44The Angel of the vision! Then (last strain)
- 45Of Duty, chosen Laws controlling choice,
- 46Action and joy!--An Orphic song indeed,
- 47A song divine of high and passionate thoughts
- 48To their own music chaunted!
- 49O great Bard!
- 50Ere yet that last strain dying awed the air,
- 51With stedfast eye I viewed thee in the choir
- 52Of ever-enduring men. The truly great
- 53Have all one age, and from one visible space
- 54Shed influence! They, both in power and act,
- 55Are permanent, and Time is not with them,
- 56Save as it worketh for them, they in it.
- 57Nor less a sacred Roll, than those of old,
- 58And to be placed, as they, with gradual fame
- 59Among the archives of mankind, thy work
- 60Makes audible a linkéd lay of Truth,
- 61Of Truth profound a sweet continuous lay,
- 62Not learnt, but native, her own natural
notes!
- 63Ah! as I listened with a heart forlorn,
- 64The pulses of my being beat anew:
- 65And even as Life returns upon the drowned,
- 66Life's joy rekindling roused a throng of pains--
- 67Keen pangs of Love, awakening as a babe
- 68Turbulent, with an outcry in the heart;
- 69And fears self-willed, that shunned the eye of Hope;
- 70And Hope that scarce would know itself from Fear;
- 71Sense of past Youth, and Manhood come in vain,
- 72And Genius given, and Knowledge won in vain;
- 73And all which I had culled in wood-walks wild,
- 74And all which patient toil had reared, and all,
- 75Commune with thee had opened out--but flowers
- 76Strewed on my corse, and borne upon my bier,
- 77In the same coffin, for the self-same grave!
- 78That way no more! and ill beseems it me,
- 79Who came a welcomer in herald's guise,
- 80Singing of Glory, and Futurity,
- 81To wander back on such unhealthful road,
- 82Plucking the poisons of self-harm! And ill
- 83Such intertwine beseems triumphal wreaths
- 84Strew'd before thy advancing!
- 85Nor do thou,
- 86Sage Bard! impair the memory of that hour
- 87Of thy communion with my nobler mind
- 88By pity or grief, already felt too long!
- 89Nor let my words import more blame than needs.
- 90The tumult rose and ceased: for Peace is nigh
- 91Where Wisdom's voice has found a listening heart.
- 92Amid the howl of more than wintry storms,
- 93The Halcyon hears the voice of vernal hours
- 94Already on the wing.
- 95Eve following eve,
- 96Dear tranquil time, when the sweet sense of Home
- 97Is sweetest! moments for their own sake hailed
- 98And more desired, more precious, for thy song,
- 99In silence listening, like a devout child,
- 100My soul lay passive, by thy various strain
- 101Driven as in surges now beneath the stars,
- 102With momentary stars of my own birth,
- 103Fair constellated foam, still darting off
- 104Into the darkness; now a tranquil sea,
- 105Outspread and bright, yet swelling to the moon.
- 106And when--O Friend! my comforter and guide!
- 107Strong in thyself, and powerful to give strength!--
- 108Thy long sustainéd Song finally closed,
- 109And thy deep voice had ceased--yet thou thyself
- 110Wert still before my eyes, and round us both
- 111That happy vision of belovéd faces--
- 112Scarce conscious, and yet conscious of its close
- 113I sate, my being blended in one thought
- 114(Thought was it? or aspiration? or resolve?)
- 115Absorbed, yet hanging still upon the sound--
- 116And when I rose, I found myself in prayer.