The Enfolded Prelude: Book Sixth
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The leaves were yellow fading when to Furness Fells,Esthwaite's banks
The haunt And the simplicities of shepherds, and to cottage life
I bade adieu, farewell; and, one among the flockyouth
Who Who, summoned by that season are convened, like birdsseason, reunite
Trooping together at As scattered birds troop to the fowler's lure,
Went back to Granta's cloisters cloisters, not so fondprompt
Or eager, though as gay and undepressed
In spirit, mind, as when I thence had taken flight
A few short months before. I turned my face
Without repining from the mountain pompcoves and heights
Of autumn and its beauty (entered inClothed in the sunshine of the withering fern;
With Quitted, not loth, the mild magnificence
Of calmer lakes and louder streams); streams; and you,
Frank-hearted maids of rocky Cumberland,
You and your not unwelcome days of mirthmirth,
I quitted, Relinquished, and your nights of revelry,
And in my own unlovely cell sate down
In lightsome mood such privilege has youth,youth
That cannot take long leave of pleasant thoughts.
We need not linger o'er the ensuing time,
But let me add at once that now, the bonds
Of The bonds of indolent and vague society
Relaxing in their hold, henceforth I lived henceforthlived
More to myself, read more, reflected more,
Felt more, and settled daily into habits
More promising. myself. Two winters may be passed
Without a separate notice; notice: many books
Were read in process of this time devoured,
Tasted or skimmed, devoured, or studiously perused—
Yet with no settled plan. perused,
But with no settled plan. I was detached
Internally from academic cares,
From every hope of prowess and reward,
And wished to be a lodger in that house
Of letters, and no more and should have been
Even such, but for some personal concerns
That hung about me in my own despite
Perpetually, no heavy weight, but still
A baffling and a hindrance, a controul
Which made the thought of planning for myselfcares;
A course of Yet independent study seemseemed a course
An act of Of hardy disobedience towards themtoward friends
Who loved me, And kindred, proud rebellion and unkind.
This bastard virtue spurious virtue, rather let it havebear
A name it more now deserves, this cowardise—
Gave treacherous sanction to that over-love
Of freedom planted in me from the very first,
And indolence, by force of which I turned
From regulations even of my own
As from restraints and bonds. And cowardice,
Gave treacherous sanction to that over-love
Of freedom which encouraged me to turn
From regulations even of my own
As from restraints and bonds. Yet who can tell,tell.
Who knows what thus may have been gained, both then
And at a later season, or preservedpreserved;
What love of Nature, nature, what original strength
Of contemplation, what intuitive truths,truths
The deepest and the best, and what researchkeen research,
Unbiassed, unbewildered, and unawed?
The poet's Poet's soul was with me at that time,time;
Sweet meditations, the still overflow
Of happiness and truth. A thousand hopespresent happiness, while future years
Were mine, a thousand Lacked not anticipations, tender dreams, of whichdreams,
No few of which have since been realized, and somerealised;
Do yet And some remain, hopes for my future life.
Four years and thirty, told this very week,
Have I been now a sojourner on earth,
And By sorrow not unsmitten; yet the for me
Life's morning gladness is radiance hath not goneleft the hills,
Which then was in my mind. Her dew is on the flowers. Those were the days
Which also first encouraged emboldened me to trust
With firmness, hitherto but lightly slightly touched
With By such a daring thought, that I might leave
Some monument behind me which pure hearts
Should reverence. The instinctive humbleness,
Uphelp Maintained even by the very name and thought
Of printed books and authorship, began
To melt away; and further, the dread awe
Of mighty names was softened down, down and seemed
Approachable, admitting fellowship
Of modest sympathy. Such aspect now,
Though not familiarly, my mind put on;
I loved and I enjoyed that was my chief
And ruling business, happy in the strengthon,
And loveliness of imagery Content to observe, to achieve, and thought.to enjoy.
All winter long, whenever free to takechoose,
My choice, did Did I at nights by night frequent our grovesthe College grove
And tributary walks walks; the last, and oft
The only one, who had been lingering there
Through hours of silence silence, till the porter's bell,
A punctual follower on the stroke of nine,
Rang with its blunt unceremonious voice,voice;
Inexorable summons. summons! Lofty elms,
Inviting shades of opportune recess,
Did give Bestowed composure to on a neighbourhood
Unpeaceful in itself. A single tree
There was, no doubt yet standing there, an ash,
With sinuous trunk, boughs exquisitely wreathed:wreathed,
Grew there; an ash which Winter for himself
Decked out with pride, and with outlandish grace:
Up from the ground ground, and almost to the toptop,
The trunk and every master branches everywherebranch were green
Were green with With clustering ivy, and the lightsome twigs
And outer spray profusely tipped with seeds
That hung in yellow tassels and festoons,
Moving or still a favorite trimmed out
By Winter for himself, as if in pride,tassels, while the air
And with outlandish grace. Oft Stirred them, not voiceless. Often have I stood
Foot-bound uplooking at this lovely tree
Beneath a frosty moon. The hemisphere
Of magic fiction, verse of mine perhapsperchance
May never tread, tread; but scarcely Spenser's self
Could have more tranquil visions in his youth,
More Or could more bright appearances could scarcely seecreate
Of human forms and with superhuman powers,
Than I beheld standing beheld, loitering on winter calm clear nights
Alone Alone, beneath this fairy work of earth.
'Twould be a waste of labour to detail
The rambling studies On the vague reading of a truant youth—
Which further may be easily divined,
What, and what kind they were.
'Twere idle to descant. My inner knowledgejudgment
(This barely will I note) was oft Not seldom differed from my taste in depthbooks,
And delicacy like As if it appertained to another mind,
Sequestered from my outward taste And yet the books which then I valued most
Are dearest to me 'now'; for, having scanned,
Not heedlessly, the laws, and watched the forms
Of Nature, in books—
And yet the books which then I loved the most
Are dearest to me now; for, being versed
In living Nature, I had there a guide
Which opened frequently my eyes, else shut,
A standard which was usefully applied,
Even when unconsciously, to other things
Which less I understood. that knowledge I possessed
A standard, often usefully applied,
Even when unconsciously, to things removed
From a familiar sympathy. In general terms,fine,
I was a better judge of thoughts than words,
Misled as to these latter in estimating words, not aloneonly
By common inexperience of youth,
But by the trade in classic niceties,
Delusion The dangerous craft, of culling term and phrase
From languages that want the living voice
To carry meaning to young scholars incidem—
And old ones also by that overprized
And dangerous craft of picking phrases out
From languages that want the living voice
To make of them a nature to the heart,
To tell us what is passion, what is truth,
What reason, what simplicity and sense.the natural heart;
To tell us what is passion, what is truth,
What reason, what simplicity and sense.
Yet must I may we not entirely overlook
The pleasure gathered from the elementsrudiments
Of geometric science. I had steppedThough advanced
In these inquiries but a little way,enquiries, with regret I speak,
No farther than the threshold with regret
Sincere I mention this but threshold, there I found
Enough to exalt, to chear me Both elevation and compose.composed delight:
With Indian awe and wonder, ignoranceignorance pleased
Which even was cherished, With its own struggles, did I meditate
Upon On the alliance of relation those simple, pureabstractions bear
Proportions To Nature's laws, and relations, with the frameby what process led,
And laws of Nature how they could becomeThose immaterial agents bowed their heads
Herein a leader Duly to serve the human mindmind of earth-born man;
And made endeavours frequent From star to detectstar, from kindred sphere to sphere,
The process by dark guesses of my own.From system on to system without end.
Yet More frequently from this the same source more frequently I drew
A pleasure calm quiet and deeper, profound, a still sense
Of permanent and universal swaysway,
And paramount endowment in the mind,belief; there, recognised
An image not unworthy A type, for finite natures, of the one
Surpassing life, which out Supreme Existence, the surpassing life
Which to the boundaries of space and time,
Of melancholy space and doleful time,
Superior and incapable of change,
Nor touched by welterings of passion is,
And hath the name of, God. Transcendent peace
And silence did await upon these thoughts
That were a frequent comfort to my youth.
And as I have read of one 'Tis told by shipwreck thrownone whom stormy waters threw,
With fellow sufferers whom fellow-sufferers by the waves had sparedshipwreck spared,
Upon a region uninhabited,
An island of the deep, who desert coast, that having brought
To land a single volume volume, saved by chance,
A treatise of Geometry, he wont,
Although of food and no more—
A treatise of geometry was used,
Although of food and clothing destitute,
And beyond common wretchedness depressed,
To part from company and take this book,
Then first a self-taught pupil in those truths,
To spots remote and corners of the isle
By the seaside, and draw his diagrams
With a long stick upon the sand, and thus
Did oft beguile his sorrow, and almost
Forget his feeling: even so if things
Producing like effect from outward cause
So different may rightly be compared—
So was it with me then, and so will be
With poets ever. clothing destitute,
And beyond common wretchedness depressed,
To part from company and take this book
(Then first a self-taught pupil in its truths)
To spots remote, and draw his diagrams
With a long staff upon the sand, and thus
Did oft beguile his sorrow, and almost
Forget his feeling: so (if like effect
From the same cause produced, 'mid outward things
So different, may rightly be compared),
So was it then with me, and so will be
With Poets ever. Mighty is the charm
Of those abstractions to a mind beset
With images, images and haunted by itself,herself,
And specially delightful unto me
Was that clear synthesis built up aloft
So gracefully, gracefully; even then when it appeared
No Not more than as a mere plaything, or a toy
Embodied to the To sense embodied: not what the thing it is
In verity, an independent worldworld,
Created out of pure intelligence.
Such dispositions then were mine, almostmine unearned
Through grace By aught, I fear, of heaven and inborn tenderness.genuine desert—
Mine, through heaven's grace and inborn aptitudes.
And not to leave the picture story of that time
Imperfect, with these habits I must rankbe joined,
A Moods melancholy, from humours fits of the blood
In part, and partly taken up, spleen, that loved
A pensive sky, sad days, and piping winds,
The twilight more than dawn, autumn than spring—
A treasured and luxurious gloom of choice
And inclination mainly, and the mere
Redundancy of youth's contentedness.spring;
Add unto this a multitude A treasured and luxurious gloom of hourschoice
Pilfered away by what And inclination mainly, and the bard who sangmere
Of the enchanter Indolence hath calledRedundancy of youth's contentedness.
'Good-natured lounging', and behold a map—To time thus spent, add multitudes of hours
Pilfered away, by what the Bard who sang
Of the Enchanter Indolence hath called
"Good-natured lounging," and behold a map
Of my collegiate life far less intense
Than duty called for, or, without regard
To duty, 'might' have sprung up of itself
By change of accidents, or even, to speak
Without unkindness, in another place.
Of my collegiate life: far less intenseYet why take refuge in that plea? the fault,
Than duty called for, or, without regardThis I repeat, was mine; mine be the blame.
To duty, might have sprung up In summer, making quest for works of itselfart,
By change of accidents; or even to speakOr scenes renowned for beauty, I explored
Without unkindness in another place.That streamlet whose blue current works its way
In summer among distant nooks I rovedBetween romantic Dovedale's spiry rocks;
Dovedale, or Pried into Yorkshire dales, or through bye-tractshidden tracts
Of my own native region region, and was blest
Between those these sundry wanderings with a joy
Above all joys, that seemed another morn
Risen on mid-noon: mid noon; blest with the presence, friend, I meanFriend
Of that sole sister, she Sister, her who hath been long
Thy treasure Dear to thee also, thy true friend and mine,
Now Now, after separation desolatedesolate,
Restored to me such absence that she seemed
A gift then first bestowed. The gentle varied banks
Of Emont, hitherto unnamed in song,
And that monastic castle, on a flat,'mid tall trees,
Low-standing Low standing by the margin of the stream,
A mansion not unvisited of oldvisited (as fame reports)
By Sidney, where, in sight of our Helvellyn,
Some Or stormy Cross-fell, snatches he might pen for aught we knowpen
Of his Arcadia, by fraternal love
Inspired Inspired; that river and that those mouldering dometowers
Have seen us sit in many side by side, when, having clomb
The darksome windings of a summer hour,broken stair,
My sister and myself, when, having climbedAnd crept along a ridge of fractured wall,
In danger Not without trembling, we in safety looked
Forth, through some Gothic window's open space,
We looked abroad, And gathered with one mind a rich reward
From the far-stretching landscape, by the light
Of morning beautified, or purple eve;
Or, not less pleased, lay on the some turret's headhead,
Lay listening to the wild-flowers Catching from tufts of grass and hare-bell flowers
Their faintest whisper to the grasspassing breeze,
As they gave Given out their whispers to while mid-day heat oppressed the wind.plains.
Another maid there was, who also breathedshed
A gladness o'er that season, then to meme,
By her exulting outside look of youth
And placid under-countenance under-countenance, first endeared—
That other spirit, Coleridge, who is now
So near to us, that meek confiding heart,
So reverenced by us both. endeared;
That other spirit, Coleridge! who is now
So near to us, that meek confiding heart,
So reverenced by us both. O'er paths and fields
In all that neighbourhood, through narrow lanes
Of eglantine, and through the shady woods,
And o'er the Border Beacon Beacon, and the waste
Of naked pools pools, and common crags that lay
Exposed on the bare fell, was were scattered lovelove,
A The spirit of pleasure, and youth's golden gleam.
O friend, Friend! we had not seen thee at that time,
And yet a power is on me me, and a strong
Confusion, and I seem to plant thee there.
Far art thou wandered now in search of health,health
And milder breezes breezes, melancholy lot—
But thou art with us, with us in the past,
The present, with us in the times to come.lot!
But thou art with us, with us in the past,
The present, with us in the times to come.
There is no grief, no sorrow, no despair,
No languor, no dejection, no dismay,
No absence scarcely can there be, for those
Who love as we do. Speed thee well! divide
Thy pleasure with us; With us thy pleasure; thy returning strength,
Receive it daily as a joy of ours;
Share with us thy fresh spirits, whether gift
Of gales Etesian or of loving tender thoughts.
I too I, too, have been a wanderer, wanderer; but, alas,alas!
How different is the fate of different men,men.
Though twins almost in genius and in mind.
Unknown unto each other, yea, mutually unknown, yea nursed and breathingreared
As if in different several elements, we were framed
To bend at last to the same discipline,
Predestined, if two beings ever were,
To seek the same delights, and have one health,
One happiness. Throughout this narrative,
Else sooner ended, I have known full wellborne in mind
For whom I thus record it registers the birth birth, and growthmarks the growth,
Of gentleness, simplicity, and truth,
And joyous loves loves, that hallow innocent days
Of peace and self-command. Of rivers, fields,
And groves, groves I speak to thee, my friend Friend! to theethee,
Who, yet a liveried schoolboy schoolboy, in the depths
Of the huge city, on the leaded roof
Of that wide edifice, thy home school and school,home,
Wast Wert used to lie and gaze upon the clouds
Moving in heaven, or haply, tired heaven; or, of this,that pleasure tired,
To shut thine eyes eyes, and by internal light
See trees, and meadows, and thy native streamstream,
Far distant distant, thus beheld from year to year
Of thy a long exile. Nor could I forgetforget,
In this late portion of my argumentargument,
That scarcely had I finally resignedscarcely, as my term of pupilage
My rights among Ceased, had I left those academic bowers
When thou wert thither guided. From the heart
Of London, and from cloisters there, thou cam'stcamest.
And didst sit down in temperance and peace,
A rigorous student. What a stormy course
Then followed oh, followed. Oh! it is a pang that calls
For utterance, to think how small a what easy change
Of circumstances might to thee have spared
A world of pain, ripened ten a thousand hopeshopes,
For ever withered. Through this retrospect
Of my own college collegiate life I still have had
Thy after-sojourn in the self-same place
Present before my eyes, have played with times
(I speak of private business of the thought)
And accidents as children do with cards,
Or as a man, who, when his house is built,
A frame locked up in wood and stone, doth stillstill,
In impotence of mind As impotent fancy prompts, by his firesidefireside,
Rebuild it to his liking. I have thought
Of thee, thy learning, gorgeous eloquence,
And all the strength and plumage of thy youth,
Thy subtle speculations, toils abstruse
Among the schoolmen, and Platonic forms
Of wild ideal pageantry, shaped out
From things well-matched, well-matched or ill, and words for things—
The self-created sustenance of a mind
Debarred from Nature's living images,
Compelled to be a life unto itself,
And unrelentingly possessed by thirst
Of greatness, love, and beauty. things,
The self-created sustenance of a mind
Debarred from Nature's living images,
Compelled to be a life unto herself,
And unrelentingly possessed by thirst
Of greatness, love, and beauty. Not alone,
Ah, Ah! surely not in singleness of heart
Should I have seen the light of evening fade
Upon the From smooth Cam's silent Cam, if we waters: had we met,
Even at that early time: I time, needs must hope,I trust
Must feel, must trust, In the belief, that my maturer age
And temperature less willing to be moved,age,
My calmer habits, and more steady voice,
Would with an influence benign have soothedsoothed,
Or chased away away, the airy wretchedness
That battened on thy youth. But thou hast trod,
In watchful meditation thou hast trod,trod
A march of glory, which doth put to shame
These vain regrets; health suffers in thee, else
Such grief for thee would be the weakest thought
That ever harboured in the breast of man.
A passing word erewhile did lightly touch
On wanderings of my own, and that now to these
My poem leads me with an easier mind.
The employments of three winters when I wore
A student's gown have been already told,embraced
Or shadowed forth as far as there is needWith livelier hope a region wider far.
When the third summer brought its libertyfreed us from restraint,
A fellow student and myself, youthful friend, he tootoo a mountaineer,
A mountaineer, together sallied forth,Not slow to share my wishes, took his staff,
And, staff in hand on foot pursued our wayAnd sallying forth, we journeyed side by side,
Towards Bound to the distant Alps. An open slightA hardy slight,
Did this unprecedented course imply,
Of college cares studies and study was the scheme,their set rewards;
Nor entertained without concern for had, in truth, the scheme been formed by me
Without uneasy forethought of the pain,
The censures, and ill-omening, of those
To whom my worldly interests were dear,dear.
But Nature then was sovereign in my heart,mind,
And mighty forms forms, seizing a youthful fancyfancy,
Had given a charter to irregular hopes.
In any age, without an impulse sentage of uneventful calm
From work of nations and their goings-on,Among the nations, surely would my heart
I should have Have been possessed by like similar desire;
But 'twas a time when Europe at that time was rejoiced,thrilled with joy,
France standing on the top of golden hours,
And human nature seeming born again.
Bound, as I said, to Lightly equipped, and but a few brief looks
Cast on the Alps, it was white cliffs of our lotnative shore
From the receding vessel's deck, we chanced
To land at Calais on the very eve
Of that great federal day; and there we saw,
In a mean city city, and among a few,
How bright a face is worn when joy of one
Is joy of for tens of millions. Southward thence
We took held our way, direct through hamlets, towns,
Gaudy with reliques of that festival,
Flowers left to wither on triumphal arcsarcs,
And window-garlands. On the public roads.—
And once three days successively through paths
By which our toilsome journey was abridged—
Among sequestered villages we walked
And found benevolence and blessedness
Spread like a fragrance everywhere, like spring
That leaves no corner of the land untouched.roads,
And, once, three days successively, through paths
By which our toilsome journey was abridged,
Among sequestered villages we walked
And found benevolence and blessedness
Spread like a fragrance everywhere, when spring
Hath left no corner of the land untouched;
Where elms for many and many a league in files,files
With their thin umbrage, on the stately roads
Of that great kingdom kingdom, rustled o'er our heads,
For ever near us as we paced along,along:
'Twas How sweet at such a time time, with such delightsdelight
On every side, in prime of youthful strength—
To feed a poet's tender melancholy
And fond conceit of sadness, to the noise
And gentle undulation which they made.strength,
To feed a Poet's tender melancholy
And fond conceit of sadness, with the sound
Of undulations varying as might please
The wind that swayed them; once, and more than once,
Unhoused beneath the evening star we saw
Dances of liberty, and, in late hours
Of darkness, dances in the open air.air
Among the Deftly prolonged, though grey-haired lookers on
Might waste their breath in chiding.
Under hills.
The vine-clad hills and slopes of Burgundy,
Upon the bosom of the gentle SoaneSaone
We glided forward with the flowing stream:stream.
Swift Rhone, Rhone! thou wert the wings 'wings' on which we cut
A winding passage with majestic ease
Between they thy lofty rocks. Enchanting show
Those woods and farms and orchards did present,
And single cottages and lurking towns—
Reach after reach, procession without end,
Of deep and stately vales. towns,
Reach after reach, succession without end
Of deep and stately vales! A lonely pair
Of Englishmen strangers, till day closed, we were, and sailed along
Clustered together with a merry crowd
Of those emancipated, with a blithe host
Of travellers, chiefly delegates delegates, returning
From the great spousals newly solemnizedsolemnised
At their chief city, in the sight of Heaven.
Like bees they swarmed, gaudy and gay as bees;
Some vapoured in the unruliness of joy,
And flourished with their swords flourished as if to fight
The saucy air. In this blithe proud company
We landed, landed took with them our evening meal,
Guests welcome almost as the angels were
To Abraham of old. The supper done,
With flowing cups elate and happy thoughts
We rose at signal given, and formed a ring,ring
And And, hand in hand hand, danced round and round the board;
All hearts were open, every tongue was loud
With amity and glee. We glee; we bore a name
Honoured in France, the name of Englishmen,
And hospitably did they give us hailhail,
As their forerunners in a glorious course;
And round and round the board they we danced again.
With this same throng these blithe friends our voyage we pursuedrenewed
At early dawn; the dawn. The monastery bells
Made a sweet jingling in our youthful ears—
The rapid river flowing without noise—
And every spire we saw among the rocks
Spake with a sense of peace, at intervals
Touching the heart amid the boisterous crew
With which we were environed. Having partedears;
From The rapid river flowing without noise,
And each uprising or receding spire
Spake with a sense of peace, at intervals
Touching the heart amid the boisterous crew
By whom we were encompassed. Taking leave
Of this glad rout, throng, foot-travellers side by side,
Measuring our steps in quiet, we pursued
Our journey, and ere twice the convent of Chartreusesun had set
Received us two days afterwards, Beheld the Convent of Chartreuse, and there
We rested in Rested within an awful solitude'solitude':
Thence onward Yes, for even then no other than a place
Of soul-affecting 'solitude' appeared
That far-famed region, though our eyes had seen,
As toward the sacred mansion we advanced,
Arms flashing, and a military glare
Of riotous men commissioned to expel
The blameless inmates, and belike subvert
That frame of social being, which so long
Had bodied forth the country ghostliness of things
In silence visible and perpetual calm.
"Stay, stay your sacrilegious hands!" The voice
Was Nature's, uttered from her Alpine throne;
I heard it then and seem to hear it now—
"Your impious work forbear, perish what may,
Let this one temple last, be this one spot
Of earth devoted to eternity!"
She ceased to speak, but while St. Bruno's pines
Waved their dark tops, not silent as they waved,
And while below, along their several beds,
Murmured the Swiss.sister streams of Life and Death,
Thus by conflicting passions pressed, my heart
Responded; "Honour to the patriot's zeal!
Glory and hope to new-born Liberty!
Hail to the mighty projects of the time!
Discerning sword that Justice wields, do thou
Go forth and prosper; and, ye purging fires,
Up to the loftiest towers of Pride ascend,
Fanned by the breath of angry Providence.
But oh! if Past and Future be the wings
On whose support harmoniously conjoined
Moves the great spirit of human knowledge, spare
These courts of mystery, where a step advanced
Between the portals of the shadowy rocks
Leaves far behind life's treacherous vanities,
For penitential tears and trembling hopes
Exchanged to equalise in God's pure sight
Monarch and peasant: be the house redeemed
With its unworldly votaries, for the sake
Of conquest over sense, hourly achieved
Through faith and meditative reason, resting
Upon the word of heaven-imparted truth,
Calmly triumphant; and for humbler claim
Of that imaginative impulse sent
From these majestic floods, yon shining cliffs,
The untransmuted shapes of many worlds,
Cerulean ether's pure inhabitants,
These forests unapproachable by death,
That shall endure as long as man endures,
To think, to hope, to worship, and to feel,
To struggle, to be lost within himself
In trepidation, from the blank abyss
To look with bodily eyes, and be consoled."
Not seldom since that moment have I wished
That thou, O Friend! the trouble or the calm
Hadst shared, when, from profane regards apart,
In sympathetic reverence we trod
The floors of those dim cloisters, till that hour,
From their foundation, strangers to the presence
Of unrestricted and unthinking man.
Abroad, how cheeringly the sunshine lay
Upon the open lawns! Vallombre's groves
Entering, we fed the soul with darkness; thence
Issued, and with uplifted eyes beheld,
In different quarters of the bending sky,
The cross of Jesus stand erect, as if
Hands of angelic powers had fixed it there,
Memorial reverenced by a thousand storms;
Yet then, from the undiscriminating sweep
And rage of one State-whirlwind, insecure.
'Tis not my present purpose to retrace
That variegated journey step by step;step.
A march it was of military speed,
And earth Earth did change her images and forms
Before us us, fast as clouds are changed in heaven.
Day after day, up early and down late,
From vale to vale, from hill to hill vale we went,dropped, from vale to hill
From Mounted from province on to province did we pass,swept,
Keen hunters in a chace chase of fourteen weeks—
Eager as birds of prey, or as a ship
Upon the stretch when winds are blowing fair.weeks,
Eager as birds of prey, or as a ship
Upon the stretch, when winds are blowing fair:
Sweet coverts did we cross of pastoral life,
Enticing vallies valleys, greeted them, them and left
Too soon, while yet the very flash and gleam
Of salutation were not passed away.
Oh, Oh! sorrow for the youth who could have seenseen,
Unchastened, unsubdued, unawed, unraised
To patriarchal dignity of mindmind,
And pure simplicity of wish and will,
Those sanctified abodes of peaceful man.man,
My heart leaped up when first I did look downPleased (though to hardship born, and compassed round
On With danger, varying as the seasons change),
Pleased with his daily task, or, if not pleased,
Contented, from the moment that which was first seen of those deep haunts,the dawn
A (Ah! surely not without attendant gleams
Of soul-illumination) calls him forth
To industry, by glistenings flung on rocks,
Whose evening shadows lead him to repose.
Well might a stranger look with bounding heart
Down on a green recess, the first I saw
Of those deep haunts, an aboriginal vale,
Quiet, Quiet and lorded over and possessed
By naked huts, wood-built, and sown like tents
Or Indian cabins over the fresh lawns
And by the river-side.river side.
That day very day,
From a bare ridge we firstalso first beheld
Beheld Unveiled the summit of Mount Mont Blanc, and grieved
To have a soulless image on the eye
Which That had usurped upon a living thought
That never more could be. The wondrous Vale
Of Chamouny did, on the following dawn,stretched far below, and soon
With its dumb cataracts and streams of iceice,
A motionless array of mighty waves,
Five rivers broad and vast make vast, made rich amends,
And reconciled us to realities.realities;
There small birds warble from the leafy trees,
The eagle soareth soars high in the element,
There doth the reaper bind the yellow sheaf,
The maiden spread the haycock in the sun,
While Winter like a tamed well-tamed lion walks,
Descending from the mountain to make sport
Among the cottages by beds of flowers.
Whate' er in this wide circuit we beheldbeheld,
Or heard heard, was fitted to our unripe state
Of intellect and heart. By simple strains
Of feeling, the pure breath of real life,
We were not left untouched. With such a book
Before our eyes eyes, we could not chuse choose but read
A frequent lesson Lessons of sound tenderness,genuine brotherhood, the plain
The And universal reason of mankind,
The truth truths of young and old. Nor, side by side
Pacing, two brother social pilgrims, or alone
Each with his humour, could we fail to abound—
Craft this which hath been hinted at before—
In dreams and fictions pensively composed:
Dejection taken up for pleasure's sake,
And gilded sympathies, the willow wreath,
Even among those solitudes sublime,
And sober posies of funereal flowers,
Culled from the gardens of the Lady Sorrow,
Did sweeten many a meditative hour.
In dreams and fictions, pensively composed:
Dejection taken up for pleasure's sake,
And gilded sympathies, the willow wreath,
And sober posies of funereal flowers,
Gathered among those solitudes sublime
From formal gardens of the lady Sorrow,
Did sweeten many a meditative hour.
Yet still in me, mingling me with these delights,those soft luxuries
Was Mixed something of stern mood, an under-thirstunderthirst
Of vigor, never vigour seldom utterly asleep.allayed:
Far And from that source how different dejection once was minea sadness
A deep and genuine sadness then I felt—
The circumstances I will here relate
Even as they were. Upturning with a bandWould issue, let one incident make known.
Of travellers, When from the Valais Vallais we had turned, and clomb
Along the road that leads to Italy;Simplon's steep and rugged road,
A length of hours, making Following a band of these our guides,
Did muleteers, we advance, and, having reached an innreached
Among the mountains, we A halting-place, where all together atetook
Our noon's repast, from which the travellers roseTheir noon-tide meal. Hastily rose our guide,
Leaving us at the board. Erelong board; awhile we followed,lingered,
Descending by Then paced the beaten road downward way that led
Right to a rivulet's rough stream's edge, and there broke off;
The only track now visible was one
Upon That from the torrent's further side, right opposite,brink held forth
And up a Conspicuous invitation to ascend
A lofty mountain. This we took,After brief delay
After a little scruple and short pause,Crossing the unbridged stream, that road we took,
And climbed clomb with eagerness though not, at length,
Without surprize and some anxietyeagerness, till anxious fears
On finding that Intruded, for we did not failed to overtake
Our comrades gone before. By fortunate chance,
While every moment now encreased our doubts,added doubt to doubt,
A peasant met us, and from him whose mouth we learned
That to the place spot which had perplexed us first
We must descend, and there should find the roadroad,
Which in the stony channel of the stream
Lay a few steps, and then along its banks—
And further, that thenceforward all our course
Was downwards with the current of that stream.banks;
Hard And, that our future course, all plain to sight,
Was downwards, with the current of belief, that stream.
Loth to believe what we questioned him again,so grieved to hear,
And all the answers which For still we had hopes that pointed to the man returnedclouds,
To our inquiries, in their sense We questioned him again, and substanceyet again;
Translated by But every word that from the feelings which we had,peasant's lips
Came in reply, translated by our feelings,
Ended in this that this, 'that we had crossed the Alps.Alps'.
Imagination! lifting up itselfImagination here the Power so called
Before the eye and progress Through sad incompetence of my songhuman speech,
That awful Power rose from the mind's abyss
Like an unfathered vapour, here vapour that power,
In all the might of its endowments, cameenwraps,
Athwart me. At once, some lonely traveller. I was lost as in a cloud,lost;
Halted without a struggle an effort to break through,through;
And now, recovering, But to my conscious soul I say
'I recognise thy glory'. In such strength
Of usurpation, in such visitings
Of awful promise, when the light of sense
Goes out in flashes that have shewn to us
The invisible world, doth greatness make abode,
There harbours whether we be young or old.
Our destiny, our nature, and our home,
Is with infinitude and only there;
With hope it is, hope that now can never die,
Effort, and expectation, and desire,
And something evermore about to be.say—
"I recognise thy glory:" in such strength
Of usurpation, when the light of sense
Goes out, but with a flash that has revealed
The invisible world, doth greatness make abode,
There harbours; whether we be young or old,
Our destiny, our being's heart and home,
Is with infinitude, and only there;
With hope it is, hope that can never die,
Effort, and expectation, and desire,
And something evermore about to be.
The mind beneath Under such banners militantmilitant, the soul
Thinks not of spoils or Seeks for no trophies, nor of aughtstruggles for no spoils
That may attest its her prowess, blest in thoughts
That are their own perfection and reward—
Strong in itself, and in the access of joy
Which hides in like the overflowing Nile.reward,
The dull Strong in herself and heavy in beatitude
That hides her, like the mighty flood of Nile
Poured from his fount of Abyssinian clouds
To fertilise the whole Egyptian plain.
The melancholy slackening which that ensued
Upon those tidings by the peasant given
Was soon dislodged; downwards dislodged. Downwards we hurried fast,
And entered And, with the half-shaped road which we had missedmissed,
Into Entered a narrow chasm. The brook and road
Were fellow-travellers in this gloomy pass,strait,
And with them did we journey several hours
At a slow step. pace. The immeasurable height
Of woods decaying, never to be decayed,
The stationary blasts of waterfalls,
And everywhere along in the hollow rentnarrow rent at every turn
Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn,
The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky,
The rocks that muttered close upon our ears.—
Black drizzling crags that spake by the wayside
As if a voice were in them the sick sight
And giddy prospect of the raving stream,
The unfettered clouds and region of the heavens,
Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light,
Were all like workings of one mind, the features
Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree,
Characters of the great apocalypse,
The types and symbols of eternity,
Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.ears,
Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side
As if a voice were in them, the sick sight
And giddy prospect of the raving stream,
The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens,
Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light—
Were all like workings of one mind, the features
Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree;
Characters of the great Apocalypse,
The types and symbols of Eternity,
Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.
That night our lodging was an alpine house,a house that stood
An inn, or hospital (as they are named),Alone within the valley, at a point
Standing in that same valley by itself,Where, tumbling from aloft, a torrent swelled
And close upon the confluence The rapid stream whose margin we had trod;
A dreary mansion, large beyond all need,
With high and spacious rooms, deafened and stunned
By noise of two streams—
A dreary mansion, large beyond all need,
With high and spacious rooms, deafened and stunned
By noise of waters, making innocent sleep
Lie melancholy among weary bones.waters, making innocent sleep
Lie melancholy among weary bones.
Uprisen betimes, our journey we renewed,
Led by the stream, ere noon-day magnified
Into a lordly river, broad and deep,
Dimpling along in silent majestymajesty,
With mountains for its neighbours, and in view
Of distant mountains and their snowy tops,
And thus proceeding to Locarno's lake,Lake,
Fit resting-place for such a visitant.
Locarno, Locarno! spreading out in width like heaven,Heaven,
And Como How dost thou cleave to the poetic heart,
Bask in the sunshine of the memory;
And Como! thou, a treasure by whom the earth
Kept Keeps to itself, herself, confined as in a darling bosomed updepth
In Of Abyssinian privacy—I spake
Of thee, thy chestnut woods and garden plots
Of Indian corn tended by dark-eyed maids,
Thy lofty steeps, and pathways roofed with vines
Winding from house to house, from town to town
(Sole link that binds them to each other), walks
League after league, and cloistral avenues
Where silence is if music be not there:
While yet a youth undisciplined in verse,
Through fond ambition of my heart I told
Your praises, nor can I approach you now
Ungreeted by a more melodious song,
Where tones of learned art and Nature mixed
May frame enduring language. privacy. I spake
Of thee, thy chestnut woods, and garden plots
Of Indian corn tended by dark-eyed maids;
Thy lofty steeps, and pathways roofed with vines,
Winding from house to house, from town to town,
Sole link that binds them to each other; walks,
League after league, and cloistral avenues,
Where silence dwells if music be not there:
While yet a youth undisciplined in verse,
Through fond ambition of that hour I strove
To chant your praise; nor can approach you now
Ungreeted by a more melodious Song,
Where tones of Nature smoothed by learned Art
May flow in lasting current. Like a breeze
Or sunbeam over your domain I passed
In motion without pause; but ye have left
Your beauty with me, an impassioned sighta serene accord
Of colours forms and of forms, whose colours, passive, yet endowed
In their submissiveness with power is as sweet
And gracious, almost, might I dare to say,
As virtue is, or goodness goodness; sweet as love,
Or the remembrance of a noble generous deed,
Or gentlest mildest visitations of pure thoughtthought,
When God, the giver of all joy, is thanked
Religiously Religiously, in silent blessedness.—
Sweet as this last itself, for such it is.blessedness;
Through Sweet as this last herself, for such it is.
With those delightful pathways we advancedadvanced,
Two days, and still For two days' space, in presence of the lake,Lake,
Which winding up That, stretching far among the Alps now changed
Slowly its lovely countenance and put onAlps, assumed
A sterner character. character more stern. The second night,
In eagerness, From sleep awakened, and misled by report misledsound
Of those Italian clocks that speak the timechurch clock telling the hours with strokes
In fashion different from ours, Whose import then we had not learned, we rose
By moonshine, moonlight, doubting not that day was near,nigh,
And that, that meanwhile, coasting the water's edgeby no uncertain path,
As hitherto, and with as plain a trackAlong the winding margin of the lake,
To be our guide, Led, as before, we might should behold the scene
In its most deep Hushed in profound repose. We left the town
Of Gravedona with this hope, hope; but soon
Were lost, bewildered among woods immense,
Where, having wandered for a while, we stopped
And on a rock sate down down, to wait for day.
An open place it was was, and overlookedoverlooked,
From high high, the sullen water underneath,far beneath,
On which a dull red image of the moon
Lay bedded, changing oftentimes its form
Like an uneasy snake. Long time we sate,From hour to hour
For scarcely more than one hour of We sate and sate, wondering, as if the night—
Such was our error had been gone when we
Renewed our journey.
Had been ensnared by witchcraft. On the rock rock
At last we laystretched our weary limbs for sleep,
And wished to But 'could not' sleep, but could not for tormented by the stings
Of insects, which which, with noise like that of noonnoon,
Filled all the woods. The woods: the cry of unknown birds,birds;
the The mountains more by darkness blackness visible
And their own size, than any outward light—
The breathless wilderness of clouds, the clock
That told with unintelligible voice
The widely parted hours, the noise of streams,
And sometimes rustling motions nigh at hand
Which did not leave us free from personal fear,
And lastly, the withdrawing moon that set
Before us while she still was high in heaven—
These were our food, and such a summer night
Did to that pair of golden days succeed,
With now and then a doze and snatch of sleep,
On Como's banks, the same delicious lake.light;
The breathless wilderness of clouds; the clock
That told, with unintelligible voice,
The widely parted hours; the noise of streams,
And sometimes rustling motions nigh at hand,
That did not leave us free from personal fear;
And, lastly, the withdrawing moon, that set
Before us, while she still was high in heaven;—
These were our food; and such a summer's night
Followed that pair of golden days that shed
On Como's Lake, and all that round it lay,
Their fairest, softest, happiest influence.
But here I must break off, and quit at once,bid farewell
Though loth, the record of these wanderings,To days, each offering some new sight, or fraught
A theme which may seduce me else beyondWith some untried adventure, in a course
All reasonable bounds. Prolonged till sprinklings of autumnal snow
Checked our unwearied steps. Let this alone
Be mentioned as a parting word, that not
In hollow exultation, dealing forthout
Hyperboles of praise comparative;comparative,
Not rich one moment to be poor for ever;
Not prostrate, overborne overborne, as if the mind
Itself Herself were nothing, a mean mere pensioner
On outward forms did we in presence stand
Of that magnificent region. On the front
Of this whole song Song is written that my heart
Must, in such temple, Temple, needs have offered up
A different worship. Finally, whate'er
I saw, or heard, or felt, was but a stream
That flowed into a kindred stream, stream; a galegale,
That helped me forwards, did administerConfederate with the current of the soul,
To speed my voyage; every sound or sight,
In its degree of power, administered
To grandeur and or to tenderness tenderness, to the one
Directly, but to tender thoughts by means
Less often instantaneous in effect—
Conducted me to these along a path
Which, in the main, was more circuitous.effect;
Oh Led me to these by paths that, in the main,
Were more circuitous, but not less sure
Duly to reach the point marked out by Heaven.
Oh, most beloved friend, Friend! a glorious time,
A happy time that was. Triumphant was; triumphant looks
Were then the common language of all eyes:eyes;
As if awakened awaked from sleep, the nations Nations hailed
Their great expectancy; expectancy: the fife of war
Was then a spirit-stirring sound indeed,
A blackbird's whistle in a vernal budding grove.
We left the Swiss exulting in the fate
Of their neighbours, near neighbours; and, when shortening fast
Our pilgrimage pilgrimage, nor distant far from homehome,
We crossed the Brabant armies on the fret
For battle in the cause of Liberty.
A stripling, scarcely of the household then
Of social life, I looked upon these things
As from a distance distance; heard, and saw, and felt,
Was touched touched, but with no intimate concern—
I seemed to move among them as a bird
Moves through the air, or as a fish pursues
Its business in its proper element.concern;
I needed seemed to move along them, as a bird
Moves through the air, or as a fish pursues
Its sport, or feeds in its proper element;
I wanted not that joy, I did not need
Such help: help; the ever-living universeuniverse,
Turn where I might, was opening out its glories,
And the independent spirit of pure youth
Were with me Called forth, at that every season, and delightnew delights,
Was in all places spread around Spread round my steps
As constant as the grass upon the steps like sunshine o'er green fields.