Beneath the gloomy hills, homeward I went And by the waters, all the summer long. I heeded not the summons: happy time 31 THERE WAS A BOY 1799. 1800 Written in Germany. This is an extract from the poem on my own poetical education. This practice of making an instrument of their own fingers is known to most boys, though some are more skilful at it than others. William Raincock of Rayrigg, a fine spirited lad, took the lead of all my schoolfellows in this art. THERE was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander! - many a time, At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone, Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake; And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, 10 That they might answer him. And they would shout Across the watery vale, and shout again, Responsive to his call, with quivering peals, And long halloos, and screams, and echoes loud Redoubled and redoubled; concourse wild Of jocund din! And, when there came a pause Of silence such as baffled his best skill: Then, sometimes, in that silence, while he hung Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Written in Germany; intended as part of a poem on my own life, but struck out as not being wanted there. Like most of my schoolfellows I was an impassioned nutter. For this pleasure, the vale of Esthwaite, abounding in coppice-wood, furnished a very wide range. These verses arose out of the remembrance of feelings I had often had when a boy, and particularly in the extensive woods that still stretch from the side of Esthwaite Lake towards Graythwaite, the seat of the ancient family of Sandys. Upon the moon I fixed my eye, All over the wide lea; With quickening pace my horse drew nigh Those paths so dear to me. And now we reached the orchard-plot; And, as we climbed the hill, The sinking moon to Lucy's cot In one of those sweet dreams I slept, My horse moved on; hoof after hoof What fond and wayward thoughts will slide O mercy!" to myself I cried, 'If Lucy should be dead!" "SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN WAYS" 1799. 1800 Written in Germany. SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways A Maid whom there were none to praise A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! - Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know But she is in her grave, and, oh, "I TRAVELLED AMONG UNKNOWN MEN" 1799. 1807 Written in Germany. I TRAVELLED among unknown men, ADDRESS TO THE SCHOLARS OF THE VILLAGE SCHOOL OF 1799. 1845 Composed at Goslar, in Germany. I COME, ye little noisy Crew, By night or day blow foul or fair, 10 Here did he sit confined for hours; But he could see the woods and plains, Could hear the wind and mark the showers Come streaming down the streaming panes. Now stretched beneath his grass - green mound He rests a prisoner of the ground. He loved the sun, but if it rise DIRGE 20 30 |