Your course of love, and Ariel still Has track'd your steps and served your will. This is all remember'd not; From you he only dares to crave The artist who this idol wrought From which, beneath Heaven's fairest star, The artist wrought this loved Guitar; And taught it justly to reply To all who question skilfully In language gentle as thine own; The murmuring of summer seas, And airs of evening; and it knew That seldom-heard mysterious sound Which, driven on its diurnal round, Shelley. Thus the imagination sees, contemplates, and creates such an individual conception that it can stand for a most general truth. It idealizes, it gives life and feeling to every object. It compares the unknown with the known; makes the seen a window through which the mind beholds the unseen. It surrounds or environs; it shows the kinship of things; it paints a picture which blends harmoniously into one vision; it makes the desert a dwelling-place; it fathoms the life of the universe, and enters the most secret chambers of the human soul. PROBLEM XII. Read a variety of passages, and exercise the many diverse actions of the imagination. THE mountains rose, the valleys sank Unto the place which thou hadst founded for them. ... THE stars of midnight shall be dear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound THOU dost preserve the stars from wrong, And the most ancient heavens through thee are fresh and strong. THE winds come to me from the fields of sleep. THERE is a budding morrow in midnight. THIS is the very heart of the woods all round O'er it as wild men watch a sleeping girl. Wordsworth. Keats. THE LOST CHURCH. OFT in the forest far one hears A passing sound of distant bells; Nor legends old nor human wit Can tell us whence the music swells. From the Lost Church, 't is thought, that soft Faint ringing cometh on the wind; Once many pilgrims trod the path, Not long since, deep into the wood I stray'd, where path was none to see: My heart to God yearn'd longingly. There, through the silent wilderness, Ever, as higher yearn'd my heart, The nearer and the louder pealing. Browning. What then, in silent prayerful awe, Of majesty I saw reveal'd, What heard of sound more blissful far Than aught to human ear unseal'd, Yet whoso longeth for such good, Let him take heed unto the bells That ring in whispers through the wood. Uhland. VIII. CHARACTERISTICS OF THE IMAGINATION. THE most imaginative poem may be turned into commonplace prose if read without a proper realization of its spirit. The imagination does not act mechanically or by artificial analysis. It is synthetic, natural, and simple. No rules can be framed to interpret poetry, or to understand its nature, without proper imaginative and emotional exercise. Imagination appeals to imagination, and can be interpreted only by imagination. It acts by intuition and intensity of gaze, not by reasoning. It gives a more essential truth than can be seized by the eye. It does not accumulate accidents or multiply details, but penetrates immediately to the life and soul. Il Penseroso. SWEET bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen Through the heaven's wide, pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Milton. Here we perceive no process of reasoning about the moon being lost in heaven; we feel the immediate creative action of the mind. |