I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, 5 Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Continuous as the stars that shine The waves beside them danced; but they I gazed-and gazed-but little thought For oft, when on my couch I lie THE AFFLICTION OF MARGARET Where art thou, my beloved son, 5 Why am I ignorant of the same Seven years, alas! to have received 10 To have despaired, have hoped, believed, 15 He was among the prime in worth, Ah! little doth the young one dream, When full of play and childish cares, What power is in his wildest scream, 25 Heard by his mother unawares! He knows it not, he cannot guess; Neglect me! no, I suffered long 30 From that ill thought; and, being blind, Said, "Pride shall help me in my wrong: Kind mother have I been, as kind As ever breathed:" and that is true; I've wet my path with tears like dew, 35 Weeping for him when no one knew. My son, if thou be humbled, poor, And worldly grandeur I despise, Alas! the fowls of heaven have wings, And blasts of heaven will aid their flight; 45 They mount-how short a voyage brings The wanderers back to their delight! Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee. 50 Perhaps some dungeon hears thee groan, Or hast been summoned to the deep, 55 Thou, thou and all thy mates, to keep An incommunicable sleep. I look for ghosts; but none will force Their way to me: 'tis falsely said That there was ever intercourse 60 Between the living and the dead; For, surely, then I should have sight Of him I wait for day and night, With love and longings infinite. My apprehensions come in crowds; 65 I dread the rustling of the grass; The very shadows of the clouds Have power to shake me as they pass: I question things and do not find. One that will answer to my mind; 70 And all the world appears unkind. Beyond participation lie My troubles, and beyond relief: If any chance to heave a sigh, 25 I, loving freedom, and untried; 30 Thy timely mandate, I deferred The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, 35 I supplicate for thy control; But in the quietness of thought: Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance-desires : My hopes no more must change their name, 40 I long for a repose that ever is the same, Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair 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! Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee: I saw thee every day; and all the while Thy Form was sleeping on a glassy sea. 5 So pure the sky, so quiet was the air! So like, so very like, was day to day! Whene'er I looked, thy Image still was there; It trembled, but it never passed away. 298 mend; This sea in anger, and that dismal shore. 45 O'tis a passionate Work!-yet wise and well, Well chosen is the spirit that is here; That Hulk which labors in the deadly swell, And this huge Castle, standing here sub- 50 I love to see the look with which it braves. Cased in the unfeeling armor of old time, The lightning, the fierce wind, and trampling waves. Farewell, farewell the heart that lives Housed in a dream, at distance from the 55 Such happiness, wherever it be known, But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer, 60 Not without hope we suffer and we mourn. Who is the happy warrior? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be? -It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought 5 Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought: Whose high endeavors are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright: Who, with a natural instinct to discern What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn; 10 Abides by this resolve, and stops not there, But makes his moral being his prime care; Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train! Turns his necessity to glorious gain; 15 In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest pure, As tempted more; more able to endure, 25 As more exposed to suffering and distress; Thence, also, more alive to tenderness. - 'Tis he whose law is reason; who depends 30 To evil for a guard against worse ill, |