Can it be called) which they with blended might Accomplish: this is our high argument. Such grateful haunts foregoing, if I oft Must turn elsewhere to travel near the tribes And fellowships of men, and see ill sights Within the walls of cities may these sounds 4 Descend, prophetic Spirit! that inspir'st A gift of genuine insight; that my Song Of those mutations that extend their sway I mix more lowly matter; with the thing Contemplating; and who, and what he was The transitory Being that beheld This Vision; when and where, and how he lived; Be not this labour useless. If such theme May sort with highest objects, then - dread Power! Whose gracious favour is the primal source Express the image of a better time, More wise desires, and simpler manners; - nurse My Heart in genuine freedom: - all pure thoughts THE BROTHERS 1800 1800 This poem was composed in a grove at the north-eastern end of Grasmere lake, which grove was in a great measure destroyed by turning the high-road along the side of the water. The few trees that are left were spared at my intercession. The poem arose out of the fact, mentioned to me at Ennerdale, that a shepherd had fallen asleep upon the top of the rock called The Pillar, and perished as here described, his staff being left midway on the rock. "THESE Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must live A profitable life: some glance along, Rapid and gay, as if the earth were air, But, for that moping Son of Idleness, Why can he tarry yonder? — In our churchyard To Jane, his wife, Thus spake the homely Priest of Ennerdale. Upon the long stone-seat beneath the eaves Who, in the open air, with due accord Of busy hands and back-and-forward steps Her large round wheel was turning. Towards the field In which the Parish Chapel stood alone, Girt round with a bare ring of mossy wall, While half an hour went by, the Priest had sent Many a long look of wonder: and at last, Risen from his seat, beside the snow-white ridge "T was one well known to him in former days, His expectations to the fickle winds A fellow-mariner; and so had fared - Through twenty seasons; but he had been reared Was half a shepherd on the stormy seas. Of caves and trees: - and, when the regular wind Between the tropics filled the steady sail, And blew with the same breath through days and weeks, Lengthening invisibly its weary line Along the cloudless Main, he, in those hours Of tiresome indolence, would often hang And, while the broad blue wave and sparkling foam In union with the employment of his heart, Below him, in the bosom of the deep, Saw mountains; saw the forms of sheep that grazed And shepherds clad in the same country grey Which he himself had worn." And now, at last, |