Could I withhold thy honored name, - and now I love the fir-grove with a perfect love. Of Silver-how, and Grasmere's peaceful lake, Of clouded splendor, on this dream-like sight My Brother, and on all which thou hast lost. 90 Among the mountains, through the midnight watch 100 In some far region, here, while o'er my head, Mingling most earnest wishes for the day When we, and others whom we love, shall meet A second time, in Grasmere's happy Vale. 110 1 ELEGIAC STANZAS, SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF PEELE CASTLE, IN A STORM, PAINTED BY SIR GEORGE BEAUMONT. 1805. - 1807. I WAS thy neighbor once, thou rugged Pile! So pure the sky, so quiet was the air! How perfect was the calm! it seemed no sleep; Ah! THEN, if mine had been the Painter's hand, I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile, ΤΟ 20 Thou shouldst have seemed a treasure-house divine A Picture had it been of lasting ease, Such, in the fond illusion of my heart, A steadfast peace that might not be betrayed. So once it would have been, - 't is so no more; A power is gone, which nothing can restore; Not for a moment could I now behold A smiling sea, and be what I have been : The feeling of my loss will ne'er be old; This, which I know, I speak with mind serene. 30 40 Then, Beaumont, Friend! who would have been the Friend, If he had lived, of Him whom I deplore, This work of thine I blame not, but commend ; This sea in anger, and that dismal shore. O 't is a passionate Work — yet wise and well, And this huge Castle, standing here sublime, Farewell, farewell the heart that lives alone, Is to be pitied; for 't is surely blind. But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer, 50 60 TO THE DAISY. 1805. - 1815. SWEET Flower! belike one day to have I welcome thee once more: Ah! hopeful, hopeful was the day His wish was gained: a little time Would bring him back, in manhood's prime ΤΟ And free for life, these hills to climb; And full of hope day followed day The May had then made all things green; That Ship was goodly to be seen, His pride and his delight! Yet then, when called ashore, he sought To your abodes, bright daisy Flowers! He then would steal at leisure hours, And loved you glittering in your bowers, 20 But hark the word! the Ship is gone; anon 30 Returns from her long course : Sets sail-in season due Once more on English earth they stand: But, when a third time from the land They parted, sorrow was at hand For Him and for his crew. Ill-fated Vessel! - ghastly shock! At length delivered from the rock, The deep she hath regained; And through the stormy night they steer, To reach a safer shore Yet not to be attained! - how near, 40 |