Each struggled, and each yielded as before God only knows, but to the very last Crossing our roads at every hundred steps, Was swoln into a noisy rivulet, Would Leonard then, when elder boys remained At home, go staggering through the slippery fords, Bearing his brother on his back. I have seen him, On windy days, in one of those stray brooks, 260 Ay, more than once I have seen him, mid leg deep, Their two books lying both on a dry stone, The very brightest Sunday Autumn saw With all its mealy clusters of ripe nuts, 270 Could never keep those boys away from church, Or tempt them to an hour of sabbath breach. Leonard and James! I warrant, every cor ner Among these rocks, and every hollow place That venturous foot could reach, to one or both Was known as well as to the flowers that grow there. Like roe-bucks they went bounding o'er the hills; They played like two young ravens on the crags: Then they could write, ay and speak too, as well 281 As many Leonard. It seems, these Brothers have A comfort to each other Priest. That they might Live to such end is what both old and young In this our valley all of us have wished, And what, for my part, I have often prayed: But Leonard Leonard. Then James still is left among If that day Should come, 't would needs be a glad day for him; He would himself, no doubt, be happy then any that should meet him— As Priest. Happy! SirLeonard. You said his kindred all were in their graves, And that he had one Brother - 329 That is but A fellow-tale of sorrow. From his youth Was gone to sea, and he was left alone, 340 Priest. Ay, Sir, that passed away: we took him to us; He was the child of all the dale - he lived Three months with one, and six months with another, And wanted neither food, nor clothes, nor love: And many, many happy days were his. But, whether blithe or sad, 't is my belief His absent Brother still was at his heart. Of occupation led from height to height 360 Upon its aëry summit crowned with heath, 371 On their return, they found that he was gone. No ill was feared; till one of them by chance Entering, when evening was far spent, the house Which at that time was James's home, there learned. That nobody had seen him all that day: of: He there had fallen asleep; that in his sleep 400 And so no doubt he perished. When the Youth Fell, in his hand he must have grasped, we think, His shepherd's staff; for on that Pillar of rock It had been caught mid-way; and there for years It hung; and mouldered there. The Priest here ended The Stranger would have thanked him, but he felt A gushing from his heart, that took away The power of speech. Both left the spot in silence; And Leonard, when they reached the churchyard gate, As the Priest lifted up the latch, turned round, 410 And, looking at the grave, he said, "My Brother!" The Vicar did not hear the words: and now, He pointed towards his dwelling-place, entreating That Leonard would partake his homely fare: The other thanked him with an earnest voice; But added, that, the evening being calm, Written at Town-end, Grasmere, about the same time as "The Brothers." The Sheepfold, on which so much of the poem turns, remains, or rather the ruins of it. The character and circumstances of Luke were taken from a family to whom had belonged, many years before, the house we lived in at Town-end, along with some fields and woodlands on the eastern shore of Grasmere. The name of the Evening Star was not in fact given to this house, but to another on the same side of the valley, more to the north. IF from the public way you turn your steps Up the tumultuous brook of Greenhead Ghyll, You will suppose that with an upright path Your feet must struggle; in such bold as cent The pastoral mountains front you, face to face. And to that simple object appertains 20 A story-unenriched with strange events, For their own sakes, but for the fields and hills Where was their occupation and abode. think 30 |