And raise pleasure to the height G. WITHER. IN youth from rock to rock I went, Most pleased when most uneasy; Thee Winter in the garland wears When rains are on thee. ΤΟ 20 30 40 Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose types of things through all degrees, And many a fond and idle name A nun demure of lowly port; Of all temptations; A queen in crown of rubies drest; Are all, as seems to suit thee best, A little cyclops, with one eye That thought comes next- and instantly The shape will vanish — and behold I see thee glittering from afar In heaven above thee! Yet like a star, with glittering crest, Bright Flower! for by that name at last, I call thee, and to that cleave fast, That breath'st with me in sun and air, TO THE DAISY 1802. 1807 10 20 30 40 This and the other Poems addressed to the same flower were composed at Town-end, Grasmere, during the earlier part of my residence there. I have been censured for the last line but one "thy function apostolical" - as being little less than profane. How could it be thought so? The word is adopted with reference to its derivation, implying something sent on a mission; and assuredly this little flower, especially when the subject of verse, may be regarded, in its humble degree, as administering both to moral and to spiritual purposes. BRIGHT Flower! whose home is everywhere, And all the long year through the heir Methinks that there abides in thee BENEATH these fruit-tree boughs that shed And birds and flowers once more to greet, One have I marked, the happiest guest In joy of voice and pinion! 10 While birds, and butterflies, and flowers, Thyself thy own enjoyment. Amid yon tuft of hazel trees, Yet seeming still to hover; That cover him all over. My dazzled sight he oft deceives, As if by that exulting strain YEW-TREES 1803. 1815 20 30 40 Written at Grasmere. These yew-trees are still standing, but the spread of that at Lorton is much diminished by mutilation. I will here mention that a little way up the hill, on the road leading from Rosthwaite to Stonethwaite (in Borrowdale), lay the trunk of a yew-tree, which appeared as you approached, so vast was its diameter, like the entrance of a cave, and not a small one. Calculating upon what I have observed of the slow growth of this tree in rocky situations, and of its durability, I have often thought that the one I am describing must have been as old as the Christian era. The tree lay in the line of a fence. Great masses of its ruins were strewn about, and some had been rolled down the hillside and lay near the road at the bottom. As you approached the tree, you were struck with the number of shrubs and young plants, ashes, etc., which had found a bed upon the decayed trunk and grew to no inconsiderable height, forming, as it were, a part of the hedgerow. In no part of England, or of Europe, have I ever seen a yew-tree at all approaching this in magnitude, as it must have stood. By the bye, Hutton, the old Guide, of Keswick, had been so im Written at Town-end, Grasmere. I remember the instant my sister, S. H., called me to the window of our Cottage, saying, "Look how beautiful is yon star! It has the sky all to itself." I composed the verses immediately. IT is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown, "T is Hesperus there he stands with glit tering crown, First admonition that the sun is down! For yet it is broad day-light: clouds pass by; A few are near him still- and now the sky, That I might step beyond my natural race trace Some ground not mine; and, strong her strength above, My Soul, an Apparition in the place, reprove! |