Forgive me if say That an appearance which hath raised your minds Fraught rather with depression than delight; It is plain that these thoughts would be much more fittingly expressed in prose than they are in verse. Nor is this simply because the substance of them is philosophical and didactic, for so is the substance of the Essay on Man,' and yet the thought in the Essay on Man' is (for the reason given by Pope, and quoted in my last paper) expressed better in metre than it could be in prose. The reason is, as everyone can see, that the writer of the above passage is not in a mood for the expression of thoughts for which metre is adapted. Even in pathetic narrative poems like 'Michael,' the prosy effect is often reproduced. A good report did from their kinsman come 1 Excursion, Book iii. 'The prettiest letters that were ever seen.' Is any charm superadded to this narrative by the employment of metre? I imagine that the story told as Mrs. Gaskell, for instance, might have told it in prose, would have been more pathetic, simply from the fact that the artifice would have been less felt. But now compare with this the noble opening stanza in 'Laodamia': With sacrifice before the rising morn Vows have I made by fruitless hope inspired; Restore him to my sight-great Jove, restore! How could this passionate invocation have been given in prose? And why could it not? Because the imagination is moving in a world of its own it is exhilarated by the atmosphere ; and it seeks for unusual forms in which to express-its enthusiasm. Or take, again, the magnificent lines on Yew Trees': 6 There is a Yew-Tree, pride of Lorton Vale, Of vast circumference and gloom profound Up-coiling and inveterately convolved; By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged Of boughs, as if for festal purpose decked To lie and listen to the mountain flood These lines, read in the light of 1's theory, seem to me to suggest vividly the source of Wordsworth's greatness and weakness as a poet. His formulated creed was that the imaginative mind, by an act of meditation, can make any subject, however trivial, poetical. But his practice proves that a poet only writes poetically when he is under an overmastering external influence, directing his mind to a subject congenial to his powers. The yew-trees that inspired the above noble verses 6 were certainly not such an object as will be found. in every village,' nor could any 'meditative and feeling mind' have given such splendid utter ance to the emotions they excite. No: the forces that made Wordsworth a poet were far different from those conscious reasonings on Man and Society of which he gives an account in the Prelude': his inspiration sprang from mysterious sources which, as he shows us in the first book of his curious metrical autobiography, had been unconsciously pouring images into his mind from his earliest childhood. The religious ideas excited by the unseen life of Nature, the sublime outlines of mountain and valley, the blending of wood and water, the changes of light and shadow, the spirit-like movements of birds, the simple manners and passions of the peasantry, mingled so suggestively with the historic monuments of the past, these were the romantic fountains at which other poets had drunk in passing, but to which Wordsworth was constantly returning for deep draughts of inspiration. When he is completely under the direction of his Muse he illustrates as happily as any man the truth of Horace's observation, Cui lecta potenter erit res, Nec facundia deseret hunc, nec lucidus ordo. |