The Enfolded Prelude: Book Eleventh

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Book TenthEleventh


    From this that time forth forth, Authority in France, as is well known,France
    Authority put Put on a milder face,face; Terror had ceased,
    Yet every thing everything was wanting that might give
    Courage to those them who looked for good by light
    Of rational experience good I meanExperience, for the shoots
    At hand, and in the spirit And hopeful blossoms of past aims.a second spring:
    The same belief I nevertheless retained:Yet, in me, confidence was unimpaired;
    The language of the Senate, Senate's language, and the public acts
    And public measures of the Government,Government, though both
    Though both Weak, and of heartless omen, had not power
    Chapter Eleventh begins here in 1850 Version.
To daunt me. In me; in the people People was my trust,trust:
    And And, in the virtues which mine eyes had seen,
    And to the ultimate repose of things
I looked with unabated confidence.
knew that wound external could not take
    Life from the young Republic, Republic; that new foes
    Would only follow follow, in the path of shameshame,
    Their brethren, and her triumphs be in the end
    Great, universal, irresistible.
    This faith, which was an object in my mind
    Of passionate intuition, had effect
    Not small in dazzling me; for thus, through zeal,
intuition led me to confound
    Such One victory I confounded in my thoughts
    With one far
with another, higher and more difficult:
    Triumphs of unambitious peace at home,
    And noiseless fortitude.
    Triumphs of unambitious peace at home,
    And noiseless fortitude.
Beholding still
    Resistance strong as heretofore, I thought
    That what was in degree the same was likewise
    The same in quality, that that, as the worse
    Of the two spirits then at strife remained
    Untired, the better surely better, surely, would preserve
    The heart that first had rouzed him never dreamt
    That transmigration could be undergone,
    A fall of being suffered, and of hope,
    By creature that appeared to have received
    Entire conviction what a great ascent
    Had been accomplished, what high faculties
    It had been called to.
roused him. Youth maintains, I knew,maintains,
    In all conditions of societysociety,
    Communion more direct and intimate
    With Nature, and the inner strength she has.—
    And hence, ofttimes, no less with reason too—
    Than age, or manhood even.
hence, ofttimes, with reason too—
    Than age or manhood, even.
To Nature Nature, then,
    Power had reverted: habit, custom, law,
    Had left an interregnum's open space
    For her 'her' to stir move about in, uncontrolled.
    The warmest judgments, and the most untaught,
    Found in events which every day brought forth
    Enough to sanction them and far, far more
    To shake the authority of canons drawn
    From ordinary practice. I
Hence could see
I see how Babel-like the employment was of thosetheir task,
    Who, by the recent deluge stupefied,stupified,
    With their whole souls went culling from the day
    Its petty promises promises, to build a tower
    For their own safety safety; laughed at with my compeers
gravest heads,heads, by enmity to France
    Who, watching Distempered, till they found, in their hate of France for signsevery blast
    Of her disasters, if Forced from the stream of rumour
    Brought with it one green branch, conceited thence
street-disturbing newsman's horn,
    That not a single tree was left aliveFor her great cause record or prophecy
    In all her forests. Of utter ruin. How could I might we believe
    That wisdom could could, in any shape shape, come near
    Men clinging to delusions so insane?
    And thus, experience proving that no few
    Of my our opinions had been just, I we took
    Like credit to myself ourselves where less was due,
    And thought that other notions were as sound
    Yea, could not but be right because I saw
    That foolish men opposed them.

    Yea, could not but be right, because we saw
    That foolish men opposed them.
To a strain
    More animated I might here give way,
    And tell, since juvenile errors are my theme,
    What in those days days, through Britain Britain, was performed
    To turn all judgements 'all' judgments out of their right course;
    But this is passion over near over-near ourselves,
    Reality too close and too intense,
    And mingled up intermixed with something, in my mind,
    Of scorn and condemnation personalpersonal,
    That would profane the sanctity of verse.
    Our shepherds (this Shepherds, this say merely) merely, at that time
    Thirsted Acted, or seemed at least to act, like men
    Thirsting to
make the guardian crook of law
    A tool of murder. They murder; they who ruled the state,
    Though with such awful proof before their eyes
    That he who would sow death, reaps death, or worse,
    And can reap nothing better, childlike longed
    To imitate not wise enough to avoid.
    Giants in their impiety alone,
    But in their weapons and their warfare base
    As vermin working out of reach, they leagued
    Their strength perfidiously to undermine
    Justice, and make an end of liberty.
    Though with such awful proof before their eyes
    That he, who would sow death, reaps death, or worse,
    And can reap nothing better child-like longed
    To imitate, not wise enough to avoid;
    Or left (by mere timidity betrayed)
    The plain straight road, for one no better chosen
    Than if their wish had been to undermine
    Justice, and make an end of Liberty.

    But from these bitter truths I must return
    To my own history. It hath been told
    That I was led to take an eager part
    In arguments of civil politypolity,
    Abruptly, and indeed before my time:
    I had approached, like other youth, youths, the shield
    Of human nature from the golden side,
    And would have fought fought, even to the death death, to attest
    The quality of the metal which I saw.
    What there is best in individual man,
    Of wise in passion passion, and sublime in power,
    What there is strong and pure in household love,
Benevolent in small societies,
    And great in large ones also, when called forth
    By great occasions these were things of which
ones, I something knew; yet even these themselves,had oft revolved,
    Felt deeply, were but not thoroughly understood
    By reason. Nay, reason: nay, far from it; they were yet,
    As cause was given me afterwards to learn,
    Not proof against the injuries of the day.—
    Lodged only at the sanctuary's door,
    Not safe within its bosom.
    Lodged only at the sanctuary's door,
    Not safe within its bosom.
Thus prepared,
    And with such general insight into evil,
    And of the bounds which sever it from good,
    As books and common intercourse with life
    Must needs have given (to to the noviciate inexperienced mind,
    When the world travels in a beaten road,
    Guide faithful as is needed), needed I began
    To think meditate with fervour upon managementardour on the rule
    Of nations And management of nations; what it is and ought to be,is
    And ought to be; and strove to learn how their worth depended on their laws,far
    And on the constitution Their power or weakness, wealth or poverty,
    Their happiness or misery, depends
    Upon their laws, and fashion
of the state.State.
    O pleasant exercise of hope and joy,joy!
    For great mighty were the auxiliars which then stood
    Upon our side, we us who were strong in!
    Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
    But to be young was very heaven! Heaven! O times,
    In which the meagre, stale, forbidding ways
    Of custom, law, and statute statute, took at once
    The attraction of a country in romanceromance!
    When Reason seemed the most to assert her rights
    When most intent on making of herself
    A prime enchanter enchantress to assist the workwork,
    Which then was going forwards forward in her!
    Not favored favoured spots alone, but the whole earth,Earth,
    The beauty wore of promise, promise that which sets
    (To take an image which was felt, no doubt,(As at some moments might not be unfelt
    Among the bowers of Paradise itself)
    The budding rose above the rose full-blown.full blown.
    What temper at the prospect did not wake
    To happiness unthought of? The inert
    Were rouzed, roused, and lively natures rapt away.away!
    They who had fed their childhood upon dreams—
    The playfellows of fancy, who had made
    All powers of swiftness, subtlety, and strength
    Their ministers, used to stir in lordly wise
    Among the grandest objects of the sense,
    And deal with whatsoever they found there
    As if they had within some lurking right
    To wield it they too, who, of gentle mood,
    Had watched all gentle motions, and to these
    Had fitted their own thoughts (schemers more mild,
    And in the region of their peaceful selves),
    Did now find helpers to their hearts' desire
    And stuff at hand plastic as they could wish,
    Were called upon to exercise their skill
    Not in Utopia subterraneous fields,
    Or some secreted island, heaven knows where—
    But in the very world which is the world
    Of all of us, the place in which, in the end,
    We find our happiness, or not at all.
    Why should I not confess that earth was thenThe play-fellows of fancy, who had made
    To me what an inheritance new-fallenAll powers of swiftness, subtilty, and strength
    Seems, when Their ministers, who in lordly wise had stirred
the first time visited, to onegrandest objects of the sense,
    Who thither comes to find in it his home?And dealt with whatsoever they found there
    He walks about and looks upon the placeAs if they had within some lurking right
    With cordial transport moulds it and remoulds.—
    And is half pleased with things that are amiss,
    'Twill be such joy to see them disappear.
To wield it;—they, too, who of gentle mood
    Had watched all gentle motions, and to these
    Had fitted their own thoughts, schemers more mild,
    And in the region of their peaceful selves;—
    Now was it that 'both' found, the meek and lofty
    Did both find, helpers to their hearts' desire,
    And stuff at hand, plastic as they could wish,—
    Were called upon to exercise their skill,
    Not in Utopia, subterranean fields,
    Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where!
    But in the very world, which is the world
    Of all of us, the place where, in the end,
    We find our happiness, or not at all!
    Why should I not confess that Earth was then
    To me, what an inheritance, new-fallen,
    Seems, when the first time visited, to one
    Who thither comes to find in it his home?
    He walks about and looks upon the spot
    With cordial transport, moulds it and remoulds,
    And is half-pleased with things that are amiss,
    'Twill be such joy to see them disappear.

    An active partisan, I thus convoked
    From every object pleasant circumstance
    To suit my ends. ends; I moved among mankind
    With genial feelings still predominant,predominant;
    When erring, erring on the better side,part,
    And in the kinder spirit—placable,
    Indulgent ofttimes to the worst desires,
    As, on one side, not uninformed that men
    See as it hath been taught them, and that time
    Gives rights to error; on the other hand
    That throwing off oppression must be work
    As well of licence as of liberty;
    And above all (for this was more than all),
    Not caring if the wind did now and then
    Blow keen upon an eminence that gave
    Prospect so large into futurity.—
    In brief, a child of Nature, as at first,
    Diffusing only those affections wider
    That from the cradle had grown up with me,
    And losing, in no other way than light
    Is lost in light, the weak in the more strong.
spirit; placable,
    Indulgent, as not uninformed that men
    See as they have been taught Antiquity
    Gives rights to error; and aware, no less
    That throwing off oppression must be work
    As well of License as of Liberty;
    And above all for this was more than all—
    Not caring if the wind did now and then
    Blow keen upon an eminence that gave
    Prospect so large into futurity;
    In brief, a child of Nature, as at first,
    Diffusing only those affections wider
    That from the cradle had grown up with me,
    And losing, in no other way than light
    Is lost in light, the weak in the more strong.
In the main outline, such it might be said,said
    Was my condition, till with open war
    Britain opposed the liberties of France.
    This threw me first out of the pale of love,love;
    Soured and corrupted corrupted, upwards to the source,
    My sentiments; was not, as hitherto,
    A swallowing up of lesser things in great,
    But change of them into their opposites,contraries;
    And thus a way was opened for mistakes
    And false conclusions of the intellect,
    As gross in their degree, and
conclusions, in their kinddegree as gross,
    Far, far In kind more dangerous. What had been a pridepride,
    Was now a shame, shame; my likings and my loves
    Ran in new channels, leaving old ones dry;
    And thus hence a blow, which blow that, in maturer ageage,
    Would but have touched the judgement, judgment, struck more deep
    Into sensations near the heart. Meantime,heart: meantime,
    As from the first, wild theories were afloat,
    Unto the subtleties of which at least,To whose pretensions, sedulously urged,
    I had but lent a careless ear ear, assured
    Of this, that That time would soon was ready to set all things right,
    Prove And that the multitude had been multitude, so long oppressed,
    And would Would be so oppressed no more. more.
But when events
    Brought less encouragement, and unto these
    The immediate proof of principles no more
    Could be entrusted entrusted, while the events themselves,
    Worn out in greatness, and in stripped of novelty,
    Less occupied the mind, and sentiments
    Could through my understanding's natural growth
    No longer justify themselves through faithkeep their ground, by faith maintained
    Of inward consciousness, and hope that laid
    Its Her hand upon its her object evidence
    Safer, of universal application, such
    As could not be impeached, was sought elsewhere.
    And But now, become oppressors in their turn,
    Frenchmen had changed a war of self-defence
    For one of conquest, losing sight of all
    Which they had struggled for, and for: up mounted up,now,
    Openly in the view eye of earth and heaven,
    The scale of Liberty. liberty. I read her doom,
    Vexed inly somewhat, it is true, and With anger vexed, with disappointment sore,
    But not dismayed, nor taking to the shame
    Of a false prophet. But, rouzed up, While resentment rose
    Striving to hide, what nought could heal, the wounds
    Of mortified presumption,
I stuckadhered
    More Firmly firmly to old tenets, and, to prove
    Their temper, strained them more; and thus, in heat
    Of contest, did opinions every day
    Grow into consequence, till round my mind
    They clung clung, as if they were the life its life, nay more,
    The very being
of it.the immortal soul.
    This was the time time, when, all things tending fast
    To depravation, the philosophy
    That promised to abstract the hopes of man
    Out of his feelings, to be fixed thenceforth
    For ever in a purer element,
    Found ready welcome.
speculative schemes—
    That promised to abstract the hopes of Man
    Out of his feelings, to be fixed thenceforth
    For ever in a purer element—
    Found ready welcome.
Tempting region that'that'
    For zeal Zeal to enter and refresh herself,
    Where passions had the privilege to work,
    And never hear the sound of their own names—
    But, speaking more in charity, the dream
    Was flattering to the young ingenuous mind
    Pleased with extremes, and not the least with that
    Which makes the human reason's naked self
    The object of its fervour. What delight !—
    How glorious! in self-knowledge and self-rule
    To look through all the frailties of the world,
    And, with a resolute mastery shaking off
    The accidents of nature, time, and place,
    That make up the weak being of the past,
    Build social freedom on its only basis:
    The freedom of the individual mind,
    Which, to the blind restraint of general laws
    Superior, magisterially adopts
    One guide the light of circumstances, flashed
    Upon an independent intellect.
    For howsoe'er unsettled, never once
    Had I thought ill of human-kind, or beenBut, speaking more in charity, the dream
    Indifferent to its welfare, but, enflamedFlattered the young, pleased with extremes, nor least
    With thirst of a secure intelligence,that which makes our Reason's naked self
    And sick The object of other passion, I pursuedits fervour. What delight!
    A higher nature wished that man should startHow glorious! in self-knowledge and self-rule,
    Out To look through all the frailties of the worm-like state in which he is,world,
    And spread abroad the wings And, with a resolute mastery shaking off
of nature, time, and place,
    Build social upon personal
    Lord Which, to the blind restraints of himself, in undisturbed delight.general laws,
    A noble aspiration! yet I feelSuperior, magisterially adopts
    The aspiration but with other thoughtsOne guide, the light of circumstances, flashed
    And happier: for I was perplexed and soughtUpon an independent intellect.
    To accomplish the transition by such meansThus expectation rose again; thus hope,
    As did not lie in nature, sacrificedFrom her first ground expelled, grew proud once more.
    The exactness of a comprehensive mindOft, as my thoughts were turned to human kind,
    To scrupulous and microscopic viewsI scorned indifference; but, inflamed with thirst
    That furnished out materials for Of a worksecure intelligence, and sick
    Of false imagination, placed beyondother longing, I pursued what seemed
    The limits A more exalted nature; wished that Man
    Should start out
of experience and his earthy, worm-like state,
    And spread abroad the wings
of truth.Liberty,
    Lord of himself, in undisturbed delight—
    A noble aspiration! 'yet' I feel
    (Sustained by worthier as by wiser thoughts)
    The aspiration, nor shall ever cease
    To feel it; but return we to our course.
Enough, no doubt, 'tis true could such a plea excuse
    Those aberrations had
the advocates themselvesclamorous friends
    Of ancient institutions had performedInstitutions said and done
    To bring disgrace upon their very names;
    Disgrace Disgrace, of which custom, which, custom and written law,
    And sundry moral sentiments, sentiments as props
    And Or emanations of these those institutes,
    Too justly bore a part. A veil had been
    Uplifted. Why Uplifted; why deceive ourselves? 'twas so,in sooth,
    'Twas even so so; and sorrow for the man
    Who either had no not eyes wherewith to see,
    Or seeing hath forgotten. Let this pass,
    Suffice it that a shock
Or, seeing, had then been givenforgotten! A strong shock
    To Was given to old opinions, and the minds of opinions; all menmen's minds
    Had felt it that my mind its power, and mine was both let loose,
    Let loose and goaded. After what hath been
    Already said of patriotic love,
    And hinted at in other sentiments,
    We need not linger long upon this theme,
    This only may be said, that from the first
    Having two natures in me (joy the one,
Suffice it here to add, that, somewhat stern
    The other melancholy), and withalIn temperament, withal a happy man,
    A happy man, and And therefore bold to look
look on painful things slow, somewhat, too, and sternthings,
    In temperament I took Free likewise of the knife in hand,
    And, stopping not at parts less sensitive,
world, and thence more bold,
    Endeavoured with I summoned my best skill, and toiled, intent
    To anatomise the frame
of skill to probesocial life;
    The living Yea, the whole body of society
    Even Searched to the its heart. I pushed without remorse
    My speculations forward, yea, set foot
    On Nature's holiest places.
    Time may come
Share with me, Friend! the wish
    When That some dramatic story may affordtale, endued with shapes
    Shapes livelier to convey to thee, my friend,Livelier, and flinging out less guarded words
    Than suit the work we fashion, might set forth
What then I learned learned, or think I learned learned, of truth,
    And the errors into which I was fell, betrayed
    By present objects, and by reasonings false
    From the beginning, their beginnings, inasmuch as drawn
    Out of a heart which that had been turned aside
    From Nature Nature's way by external outward accidents,
    And which was thus confounded confounded, more and more,more
    Misguiding Misguided, and misguided. Thus misguiding. So I fared,
    Dragging all passions, notions, shapes of faith,precepts, judgments, maxims, creeds,
    Like culprits of to the bar, suspiciouslybar; calling the mind,
    Calling the mind Suspiciously, to establish in plain day
    Her titles and her honours, honours; now believing,
    Now disbelieving, disbelieving; endlessly perplexed
    With impulse, motive, right and wrong, the ground
    Of moral obligation obligation, what the rule,rule and whence
    And what the sanction The sanction; till, demanding proof,formal 'proof',
    And seeking it in every thing, I lost
    All feeling of conviction, and, in fine,
    Sick, wearied out with contrarieties,
    Yielded up moral questions in despair,despair.
    And for my future studies, as This was the sole
crisis of the inquiring faculty,that strong disease,
    Turned towards mathematics, This the soul's last and their clearlowest ebb; I drooped,
    And solid evidence.Deeming our blessed reason of least use
    Ah, then it wasWhere wanted most: "The lordly attributes
    That thou, most precious friend, about this timeOf will and choice," I bitterly exclaimed
    First known to me, didst lend "What are they but a living help
    To regulate my soul. And then it was
    That the beloved woman in whose sight
mockery of a Being
    Those days were passed now speaking Who hath in no concerns of his a voicetest
    Of sudden admonition like a brook
    That does but cross a lonely road;
good and nowevil; knows not what to fear
    Seen, heard and felt, and caught at every turn,Or hope for, what to covet or to shun;
    Companion never lost through many a league—
    Maintained for me a saving intercourse
    With my true self (for, though impaired, and changed
    Much, as it seemed, I was no further changed
    Than as a clouded, not a waning moon);
    She, in the midst of all, preserved me still
    A poet, made me seek beneath that name
    My office upon earth, and nowhere else.
And who, if those could be discerned, would yet
    And lastly, Nature's self, by human loveBe little profited, would see, and ask
    Assisted, through Where is the weary labyrinthobligation to enforce?
    Conducted me again And, to open day,acknowledged law rebellious, still,
    Revived As selfish passion urged, would act amiss;
    The dupe of folly, or
the feelings slave of my earlier life,crime."
    Gave me that strength and knowledge full of peace,Depressed, bewildered thus, I did not walk
    Enlarged, With scoffers, seeking light and never more to be disturbed,gay revenge
    Which through the steps of our degeneracy,From indiscriminate laughter, nor sate down
    All degradation In reconcilement with an utter waste
    Of intellect; such sloth I could not brook,
    (Too well I loved, in that my spring
of this age, hath stilllife,
    Upheld me, Pains-taking thoughts, and upholds me at this daytruth, their dear reward)
    In the catastrophe (for so they dream,But turned to abstract science, and there sought
    And nothing less), when, finally to closeWork for the reasoning faculty enthroned
    And rivet up Where the gains disturbances of France, a Popespace and time
    Is summoned Whether in to crown an Emperor—
    This last opprobrium, when we see the dog
    Returning to his vomit, when the sun
    That rose in splendour, was alive, and moved
    In exultation among living clouds,
    Hath put his function and his glory off,
    And, turned into a gewgaw, a machine,
    sets like an opera phantom.
matters various, properties
    Inherent, or from human will and power
    Derived find no admission. Then it was—
    Thanks to the bounteous Giver of all good!—
    That the beloved Sister in whose sight
    Those days were passed, now speaking in a voice
    Of sudden admonition like a brook
    That did but 'cross' a lonely road, and now
    Is seen, heard, felt, and caught at every turn,
    Companion never lost through many a league—
    Maintained for me a saving intercourse
    With my true self; for, though bedimmed and changed
    Much, as it seemed, I was no further changed
    Than as a clouded and a waning moon:
    She whispered still that brightness would return;
    She, in the midst of all, preserved me still
    A Poet, made me seek beneath that name,
    And that alone, my office upon earth;
    And, lastly, as hereafter will be shown,
    If willing audience fail not, Nature's self,
    By all varieties of human love
    Assisted, led me back through opening day
    To those sweet counsels between head and heart
    Whence grew that genuine knowledge, fraught with peace,
    Which, through the later sinkings of this cause,
    Hath still upheld me, and upholds me now
    In the catastrophe (for so they dream,
    And nothing less), when, finally to close
    And seal up all the gains of France, a Pope
    Is summoned in, to crown an Emperor—
    This last opprobrium, when we see a people,
    That once looked up in faith, as if to Heaven
    For manna, take a lesson from the dog
    Returning to his vomit; when the sun
    That rose in splendour, was alive, and moved
    In exultation with a living pomp
    Of clouds his glory's natural retinue—
    Hath dropped all functions by the gods bestowed,
    And, turned into a gewgaw, a machine,
    Sets like an Opera phantom.
Thus, O friend,Friend!
    Through times of honour, honour and through times of shame,shame
    Have Descending, have I descended, tracing faithfullyfaithfully retraced
    The workings perturbations of a youthful mind, beneathmind
    The breath Under a long-lived storm of great events its hopes no lessevents—
    A story destined for thy ear, who now,
    Among the fallen of nations, dost abide
    Where Etna, over hill and valley, casts
    His shadow stretching towards Syracuse,
    The city of Timoleon! Righteous Heaven!
    How are the mighty prostrated! They first,
    They first of all that breathe should have awaked
    When the great voice was heard from out the tombs
    Of ancient heroes. If I suffered grief

    Than universal, and its boundless love—
    A story destined for thy ear, who now,
    Among the basest and the lowest fallen
    Of all the race of men, dost make abode
    Where Etna looketh down on Syracuse,
    The city of Timoleon. Living God,
For ill-requited France, by many deemed
    How are the mighty prostrated! they first,A trifler only in her proudest day;
    They first Have been distressed to think of all that breathe, should have awakedwhat she once
    When the great voice was heard out Promised, now is; a far more sober cause
    Thine eyes must see
of sorrow in a land,
the tombsreanimating influence lost
    Of ancient heroes. If for France I have grieved,memory, to virtue lost and hope,
    Who in Though with the judgement wreck of no few hath been
    A trifler only, in her proudest day—
    Have been distressed to think of what she once
    Promised, now is a far more sober cause
    Thine eyes must see of sorrow in a land
    Strewed with the wreck of loftiest years, a land
    Glorious indeed, substantially renowned
    Of simple virtue once, and manly praise,
    Now without one memorial hope, not even
    A hope to be deferred for that would serve
    To chear the heart in such entire decay.
loftier years bestrewn.
    But indignation works where hope is not,
    And thou, O friend, Friend! wilt be refreshed. There is
    One great society alone on earth:
    The noble living Living and the noble dead.
    Thy consolation shall be there, and time
    And Nature shall before thee spread in store
    Imperishable thoughts, the place itself
    Be conscious of they presence, and the dull
    Sirocco air of its degeneracy
    Turn as thou mov'st into a healthful breeze
    To cherish and invigorate thy frame.
    Thine be those motions such converse strong and sanative,
    A ladder for thy spirit to reascend
    To health and joy and pure contentedness:contentedness;
    To me the grief confined confined, that thou art gone
    From this last spot of earth earth, where Freedom now
    Stands single in her only sanctuary—
    A lonely wanderer art gone, by pain
    Compelled and sickness, at this latter day,
    This heavy time of change for all mankind.
    A lonely wanderer, art gone, by pain
    Compelled and sickness, at this latter day,
    This sorrowful reverse for all mankind.
I feel for thee, must utter what I feel;feel:
    The sympathies, sympathies erewhile in part discharged,
    Gather afresh, and will have vent again.again:
    My own delights do scarcely seem to me
    My own delights: delights; the lordly Alps themselves,
    Those rosy peaks peaks, from which the morning Morning looks
    Abroad on many nations, are not now
    Since thy migration and departure, friend,
no more
    The gladsome For me that image in my memoryof pure gladsomeness
    Which they were used wont to be. To Through kindred scenes,
    On errand For purpose, at a time time, how different—
    Thou tak'st thy way, carrying a heart more ripe
    For all divine enjoyment, with the soul
    Which Nature gives to poets, now by thought
    Matured, and in the summer of its strength.
    Oh, Thou tak'st thy way, carrying the heart and soul
    That Nature gives to Poets, now by thought
    Matured, and in the summer of their strength.
wrap him in your shades, ye giant woods,
    On Etna's side, side; and thou, O flowery valefield
    Of Enna, Enna! is there not some nook of thinethine,
    From the first playtime play-time of the infant earthworld
    Kept sacred to restorative delight?delight,
    When from afar invoked by anxious love?
Child of the mountains, among shepherds reared,
    Even from my earliest schoolday time, I lovedEre yet familiar with the classic page,
    To I learnt to dream of Sicily; and now lo,
    The gloom, that, but
a sweetmoment past, was deepened
    And gladsome promise At thy command, at her command gives way;
    A pleasant promise,
wafted from that landher shores,
    Comes o'er my heart. There's not heart: in fancy I behold
    Her seas yet smiling, her once happy vales;
    Nor can my tongue give utterance to
a single name
    Of note belonging to that honored honoured isle,
    Philosopher or bard, Bard, Empedocles,
    Or Archimedes deep and tranquil soul—
    That is not like a comfort to my grief.
Archimedes, pure abstracted soul!
    That doth not yield a solace to my grief:
And, O Theocritus, so far have some
    Prevailed among the powers of heaven and earthearth,
    By force of graces which were theirs, their endowments, good or great, that they
    Have had, as thou reportest, miracles
    Wrought for them in old time: yea, not unmoved,
    When thinking on my own beloved friend,
    I hear thee tell how bees with honey fed
    Divine Comares, Comates, by his tyrant impious lord
    Within a chest imprisoned impiously.—
    How with their honey from the fields they came
    And fed him there, alive, from month to month,
    Because the goatherd, blessed man, had lips
    Wet with the Muse's nectar.
imprisoned; how they came
    Laden from blooming grove or flowery field,
    And fed him there, alive, month after month,
    Because the goatherd, blessed man! had lips
    Wet with the Muses' nectar.
Thus I soothe
    The pensive moments by this calm fireside,fire-side,
    And find a thousand fancied bounteous images
    That chear To cheer the thoughts of those I love, and mine.
    Our prayers have been accepted: accepted; thou wilt stand
    Not as an exile but a visitant
On Etna's top; summit, above earth and sea,
    Triumphant, winning from the invaded heavens
    Thoughts without bound, magnificent designs,
    Worthy of poets who attuned their harps
    In wood or echoing cave, for discipline
    Of heroes; or, in reverence to the gods,
    'Mid temples, served
by sapient priests, and choirs
    Of virgins crowned with roses. Not in vain
    Those temples, where they in their ruins yet
    Survive for inspiration, shall attract
    Thy solitary steps: and on the brink
    Thou wilt recline of
pastoral Arethuse—
    Or if that fountain be indeed no more,
    Then near some other spring which by the name
    Thou gratulatest, willingly deceived—
    Shalt linger as a gladsome votary,
    And not a captive pining for his home.
Or, if that fountain be in truth no more,
    Then, near some other spring which, by the name
    Thou gratulatest, willingly deceived
    I see thee linger a glad votary,
    And not a captive pining for his home.