"they are of the sky, And from our earthly memory fade away." THOSE words were uttered as in pensive mood We turned, departing from that solemn sight: A contrast and reproach to gross delight, Though clad in colours beautiful and pure, These cleave to it; from these it cannot roam, Nor they from it: their fellowship is secure. 1806. COMPOSED BY THE SIDE OF GRASMERE LAKE 1806. CLOUDS, lingering yet, extend in solid bars Through the grey west; and lo! these waters, steeled Running among the clouds a Woodnymph's race! Unhappy Nuns, whose common breath's a sigh Which they would stifle, move at such a pace! The northern Wind, to call thee to the chase, Must blow to-night his bugle horn. Had I The power of Merlin, Goddess! this should be: And all the stars, fast as the clouds were riven, Should sally forth, to keep thee company, Hurrying and sparkling through the clear blue heaven. But, Cynthia! should to thee the palm be given, Queen both for beauty and for majesty. 1806. THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US; LATE AND SOON" THE world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! By breezeless air to smoothest polish, yield Little we see in Nature that is ours; Where ruthless mortals wage incessant wars. The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; WHERE lies the Land to which yon Ship must go? Fresh as a lark mounting at break of day, She cares for; let her travel where she may, (From time to time, like Pilgrims, here and there Crossing the waters) doubt, and something dark, Of the old Sea some reverential fear, Is with me at thy farewell, joyous Bark! 1806. TO SLEEP O GENTLE SLEEP! do they belong to thee, These twinklings of oblivion? Thou dost love To sit in meekness, like the brooding Dove, me A Fly, that up and down himself doth shove Upon a fretful rivulet, now above Yet ever willing to be reconciled: TO SLEEP A FLOCK of sheep that leisurely pass by, One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky; I have thought of all by turns, and yet do lie Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies FROM ANGELO, AND A TRANSLATION FROM THE LATIN OF THOMAS WARTON. GRATEFUL is Sleep, my life in stone bound fast; More grateful still: while wrong and shame On me can Time no happier state bestow GRATEFUL is Sleep, more grateful still to be woe Prevail, 'tis best to neither hear nor see. Then wake me not, I pray you. Hush, speak low. FROM THE ITALIAN OF MICHAEL Translations from Michael Angelo, done at the request of Mr. Duppa, whose acquaintance I made through Mr. Southey. Mr. Duppa was engaged in writing the life of Michael Angelo, and applied to Mr. Southey and myself to furnish some specimens of his poetic genius. I YES! hope may with my strong desire keep And I be undeluded, unbetrayed; The world which we inhabit? Better plea As hallows and makes pure all gentle hearts. With beauty, which is varying every hour; But, in chaste hearts uninfluenced by the power Of outward change, there blooms a deathless flower, That breathes on earth the air of paradise. 1806. FROM THE SAME II No mortal object did these eyes behold And my Soul felt her destiny divine, Beyond the visible world she soars to seek Ideal Form, the universal mould. The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest In that which perishes: nor will he lend His heart to aught which doth on time depend. COME, gentle Sleep, Death's image tho' thou 'Tis sense, unbridled will, and not true love, art, Come share my couch, nor speedily depart; That kills the soul: love betters what is best, Even here below, but more in heaven above. 1806. Composed at Grasmere, during a walk one Evening, after a stormy day, the Author having just read in a Newspaper that the dissolution of Mr. Fox was hourly expected. LOUD is the Vale! the Voice is up A mighty unison of streams! Loud is the Vale;-this inland Depth Sad was I, even to pain deprest, And many thousands now are sad- A Power is passing from the earth |