Composed 1815. 1815. TO B. R. HAYDON. (45) Published 1816. HIGH is our calling, Friend!-Creative Art Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse, Brook no continuance of weak-mindedness- Composed 1815. NOVEMBER 1. Published 1816. How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright The effluence from yon distant mountain's head, (46) Which, strewn with snow smooth as the sky can shed, Shines like another sun-on mortal sight Uprisen, as if to check approaching Night, And all her twinkling stars. Who now would tread, If so he might, yon mountain's glittering headTerrestrial, but a surface, by the flight Of sad mortality's earth-sullying wing, Unswept, unstained? Nor shall the aërial Powers Has filled the laughing vales with welcome flowers. Composed 1815. Published 1815. SURPRISED by joy-impatient as the Wind Have I been so beguiled as to be blind To my most grievous loss?—That thought's return ON HER FIRST ASCENT TO THE SUMMIT OF HELVELLYN. Composed 1816. Published 1820. INMATE of a mountain-dwelling, From the watch-towers of Helvellyn ; Potent was the spell that bound thee Not unwilling to obey ; For blue Ether's arms, flung round thee, Lo! the dwindled woods and meadows; What a vast abyss is there! Lo! the clouds, the solemn shadows, And the glistenings-heavenly fair! And a record of commotion Maiden! now take flight ;-inherit Or survey their bright dominions Thine are all the coral fountains To Niphates' top invited, For the power of hills is on thee, Of lustre too intense To be sustained; and Mortals bowed Who then, if Dian's crescent gleamed, II. In youth we love the darksome lawn In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Thee, thee my life's celestial sign!) Pleased with the harvest hope that runs Before the path of milder suns ; Pleased while the sylvan world displays Its ripeness to the feeding gaze; Pleased when the sullen winds resound the knell Of the resplendent miracle. III. But something whispers to my heart That, as we downward tend, Lycoris life requires an art Frank greeting, then, to that blithe Guest Of youth into the breast: May pensive Autumn ne'er present A claim to her disparagement ! While blossoms and the budding spray Still, as we nearer draw to life's dark goal, Composed 1817. THE LONGEST DAY. ADDRESSED TO MY DAUGHTER. (50) LET us quit the leafy arbour, Evening now unbinds the fetters Published 1820. All that breathe are thankful debtors To the harbinger of night. Yet by some grave thoughts attended Eve renews her calm career; For the day that now is ended, Is the longest of the year. Dora! sport, as now thou sportest, On this platform, light and free; Take thy bliss, while longest, shortest, Are indifferent to thee! |