There would the Indian answer with a smile Aimed at the White Man's ignorance the while, Of the GREAT WATERS telling how they rose, Covered the plains, and, wandering where they chose,
Mounted through every intricate defile, Triumphant,-Inundation wide and deep, O'er which his Fathers urged, to ridge and steep
Else unapproachable, their buoyant way: And carved, on mural cliff's undreaded side, Sun, moon, and stars, and beast of chase or prey;
Whate'er they sought, shunned, loved, or deified!*
A DARK plume fetch me from yon blasted yew, Perched on whose top the Danish Raven croaks; Aloft, the imperial Bird of Rome invokes Departed ages, shedding where he flew Loose fragments of wild wailing, that bestrew
And seldom hath ear listened to a tune More lulling than the busy hum of Noon, Swoln by that voice-whose murmur musical Announces to the thirsty fields a boon Dewy and fresh, till showers again shall fall.
THE PLAIN OF DONNERDALE.
THE old inventive Poets, had they seen, Or rather felt, the entrancement that detains Thy waters, Duddon! 'mid these flowery plains;
The still repose, the liquid lapse serene, Transferred to bowers imperishably green, Had beautified Elysium! But these chains Will soon be broken;-a rough course remains, Rough as the past; where Thou, of placid mien, Innocuous as a firstling of the flock, And countenanced like a soft cerulean sky, Shalt change thy temper; and, with many a shock
Given and received in mutual jeopardy, Dance like a Bacchanal, from rock to rock,
The clouds and thrill the chambers of the rocks; Tossing her frantic thyrsus wide and high!
And into silence hush the timorous flocks, That, calmly couching while the nightly dew Moistened each fleece, beneath the twinkling
Slept amid that lone Camp on Hardknot's height,
Whose Guardians bent the knee to Jove and Mars:
Or, near that mystic Round of Druid frame Tardily sinking by its proper weight Deep into patient Earth, from whose smooth breast it came !
SACRED Religion! "mother of form and fear," Dread arbitress of mutable respect, New rites ordaining when the old are wrecked, Or cease to please the fickle worshipper: Mother of Love! (that name best suits thee here)
Mother of Love! for this deep vale, protect Truth's holy lamp, pure source of bright effect, Gifted to purge the vapoury atmosphere That seeks to stifle it ;-as in those days When this low Pile a Gospel Teacher knew Whose good works formed an endless retinue: A Pastor such as Chaucer's verse pourtrays; Such as the heaven-taught skill of Herbert drew;
And tender Goldsmith crowned with deathless praise !
WHENCE that low voice?-A whisper from the heart,
That told of days long past, when here I roved With friends and kindred tenderly beloved; Some who had early mandates to depart, Yet are allowed to steal my path athwart By Duddon's side; once more do we unite, Once more beneath the kind Earth's tranquil light;
And smothered joys into new being start, From her unworthy seat, the cloudy stall Of Time, breaks forth triumphant Memory; Her glistening tresses bound, yet light and free As golden locks of birch, that rise and fall On gales that breathe too gently to recal Aught of the fading year's inclemency!
A LOVE-LORN Maid, at some far-distant time, Came to this hidden pool, whose depths surpass In crystal clearness Dian's looking-glass; And, gazing, saw that Rose, which from the prime
Derives its name, reflected as the chime Of echo doth reverberate some sweet sound: The starry treasure from the blue profound She longed to ravish ;-shall she plunge, or climb
The humid precipice, and seize the guest Of April, smiling high in air? upper Desperate alternative! what fiend could dare To prompt the thought? - Upon the steep rock's breast
The lonely Primrose yet renews its bloom, Untouched memento of her hapless doom!
MID-NOON is past;-upon the sultry mead No zephyr breathes, no cloud its shadow throws: If we advance unstrengthened by repose, Farewell the solace of the vagrant reed! This Nook-with woodbine hung and straggling weed,
Tempting recess as ever pilgrim chose, Half grot, half arbour-proffers to enclose Body and mind, from molestation freed, In narrow compass-narrow as itself: Or if the Fancy, too industrious Elf, Be loth that we should breathe awhile exempt From new incitements friendly to our task, Here wants not stealthy prospect, that may tempt
Loose Idless to forego her wily mask.
METHINKS 'twere no unprecedented feat Should some benignant Minister of air Lift, and encircle with a cloudy chair, The One for whom my heart shall ever beat With tenderest love; or, if a safer seat Atween his downy wings be furnished, there Would lodge her, and the cherished burden bear O'er hill and valley to this dim retreat! Rough ways my steps have trod;-too rough and long
For her companionship; here dwells soft ease: With sweets that she partakes not some distaste Mingles, and lurking consciousness of wrong; Languish the flowers; the waters seem to waste Their vocal charm; their sparklings cease to please.
RETURN, Content! for fondly I pursued, Even when a child, the Streams-unheard,
Through tangled woods, impending rocks between ;
FALLEN, and diffused into a shapeless heap, Or quietly self-buried in earth's mould, Is that embattled House, whose massy Keep Flung from yon cliff a shadow large and cold. There dwelt the gay, the bountiful, the bold; Till nightly lamentations, like the sweep Of winds-though winds were silent-struck a deep
And lasting terror through that ancient Hold. Its line of Warriors fled;-they shrunk when tried
By ghostly power :-but Time's unsparing hand Hath plucked such foes, like weeds, from out
And now, if men with men in peace abide, All other strength the weakest may withstand, All worse assaults may safely be defied.
JOURNEY RENEWED. I ROSE while yet the cattle, heat-opprest, Crowded together under rustling trees Brushed by the current of the water-breeze; And for their sakes, and love of all that rest, On Duddon's margin, in the sheltering nest; For all the startled scaly tribes that slink Into his coverts, and each fearless link Of dancing insects forged upon his breast; For these, and hopes and recollections worn Close to the vital seat of human clay; Glad meetings, tender partings, that upstay The drooping mind of absence, by vows sworn In his pure presence near the trysting thorn- I thanked the Leader of my onward way.
No record tells of lance opposed to lance, Horse charging horse, 'mid these retired domains;
Tells that their turf drank purple from the veins Of heroes, fallen, or struggling to advance, Till doubtful combat issued in a trance Of victory, that struck through heart and reins Even to the inmost seat of mortal pains, And lightened o'er the pallid countenance. Yet, to the loyal and the brave, who lie In the blank earth, neglected and forlorn, The passing Winds memorial tribute pay; The Torrents chant their praise, inspiring
WHO swerves from innocence, who makes divorce
Of that serene companion-a good name, Recovers not his loss; but walks with shame, With doubt, with fear, and haply with remorse: And oft-times he-who, yielding to the force
Or, free as air, with flying inquest viewed The sullen reservoirs whence their bold brood- Pure as the morning, fretful, boisterous, keen, Green as the salt-sea billows, white and green-Of chance-temptation, ere his journey end, Poured down the hills, a choral multitude! Nor have I tracked their course for scanty gains; They taught me random cares and truant joys, That shield from mischief and preserve from
From chosen comrade turns, or faithful friend -- In vain shall rue the broken intercourse. Not so with such as loosely wear the chain That binds them, pleasant River! to thy side:-- Through the rough copse wheel thou with hasty stride;
I choose to saunter o'er the grassy plain, Sure, when the separation has been tried, That we, who part in love, shall meet again.
NOT hurled precipitous from steep to steep; Lingering no more 'mid flower - enamelled lands
And blooming thickets; nor by rocky bands Held; but in radiant progress toward the Deep
Where mightiest rivers into powerless sleep Sink and forget their nature-now expands Majestic Duddon, over smooth flat sands Gliding in silence with unfettered sweep! Beneath an ampler sky a region wide
Is opened round him:-hamlets, towers, and towns,
And blue-topped hills, behold him from afar; In stately mien to sovereign Thames allied Spreading his bosom under Kentish downs, With commerce freighted, or triumphant war.
BUT here no cannon thunders to the gale; Upon the wave no haughty pendants cast A crimson splendour: lowly is the mast That rises here, and humbly spread, the sail; While, less disturbed than in the narrow Vale Through which with strange vicissitudes he passed,
The Wanderer seeks that receptacle vast Where all his unambitious functions fail. And may thy Poet, cloud-born Stream! be free-
The sweets of earth contentedly resigned, And each tumultuous working left behind At seemly distance-to advance like Thee; Prepared, in peace of heart, in calm of mind And soul, to mingle with Eternity!
I THOUGHT of Thee, my partner and my guide, As being past away.-Vain sympathies! For, backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes, I see what was, and is, and will abide; Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide;
The Form remains, the Function never dies; While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise, We Men, who in our morn of youth defied The elements, must vanish;-be it so! Enough, if something from our hands have power
To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower,
We feel that we are greater than we know.
DURING the Summer of 1807, I visited, for the first time, the beautiful country that surrounds Bolton Priory, in Yorkshire; and the Poem of the WHITE DOE, founded upon a Tradition connected with that place, was composed at the close of the same year.
IN trellised shed with clustering roses gay, And, MARY! oft beside our blazing fire, When years of wedded life were as a day Whose current answers to the heart's desire, Did we together read in Spenser's Lay How Una, sad of soul-in sad attire, The gentle Una, of celestial birth,
To seek her Knight went wandering o'er the earth.
Ah, then, Beloved! pleasing was the smart, And the tear precious in compassion shed For Her, who, pierced by sorrow's thrilling dart,
Did meekly bear the pang unmerited; Meek as that emblem of her lowly heart The milk-white Lamb which in a line she led,- And faithful, loyal in her innocence, Like the brave Lion slain in her defence. Notes could we hear as of a taery shell Attuned to words with sacred wisdom fraught; Free Fancy prized each specious miracle, And all its finer inspiration caught; Till in the bosom of our rustic Cell, We by a lamentable change were taught That "bliss with mortal Man may not abide:"
How nearly joy and sorrow are allied! For us the stream of fiction ceased to flow, For us the voice of melody was mute. -But, as soft gales dissolve the dreary snow, And give the timid herbage leave to shoot, Heaven's breathing influence failed not to bestow
A timely promise of unlooked-for fruit, Fair fruit of pleasure and serene content From blossoms wild of fancies innocent.
RYDAL MOUNT, WESTMORELAND, April 20, 1815.
It soothed us-it beguiled us-then, to hear Once more of troubles wrought by magic spell; And griefs whose aery motion comes not near The pangs that tempt the Spirit to rebel : Then, with mild Una in her sober cheer, High over hill and low adown the dell Again we wandered, willing to partake All that she suffered for her dear Lord's sake. Then, too, this Song of mine once more could please,
Where anguish, strange as dreams of restless sleep,
Is tempered and allayed by sympathies Aloft ascending, and descending deep,
Even to the inferior Kinds; whom forest-trees Protect from beating sunbeams, and the sweep Of the sharp winds;-fair Creatures!-to whom Heaven
A calm and sinless life, with love, hath given. This tragic Story cheered us :(for it speaks Of female patience winning firm repose; And, of the recompense that conscience seeks, A bright, encouraging, example shows; Needful when o'er wide realms the tempest
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