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“Ah, sweet, even now in that bird's song
"To-night this sunset spreads two golden wings
Cleaving the western sky;
Of strenuous flight must die.
And now the mustering rooks innumerable
“ Is hope not plum'd, as 'twere a fiery dart?
And O! thou dying day,
Emerson in the following suggestive verses shows the power that scenery connected with his early years had of recalling the past:
And in a similar manner Longfellow writes of the seashore:
"Palingene - "I lay upon the headland height and listen'd sis.” H. W.
To the incessant sobbing of the sea
In caverns under me,
Melted away in mist.
“Then suddenly as one from sleep I started,
Seem'd peopled with the shapes
On faces seen in dreams.
A moment only and the light and glory
Stood lonely as before;
Their petals of pale red.”
Matthew Arnold gives a more modern version of the ideas Coleridge expressed in the “Ode on Dejection,” which has already been quoted in this chapter. The comparison of the two passages is a very interesting one. The form in which Coleridge gives expression
to his thoughts is more poetical and the treatment more that of a mystic. Matthew Arnold has not the tolerance of the older poet nor his gentle outlook on the world, and his verse lacks somewhat of skill in construction, though it has a strength and charm of its own, and goes very straight to the mark. But both poets see clearly that the feelings and thoughts that arise in the mind from intercourse with nature are personal to the observers, and depend upon the temperament, the constitution, and the environment of each one.
“The Youth of Man."
“Fools that these mystics are
And we find, as we would expect in one whose poetry is full of the restlessness of modern life, numerous references to the effects of nature on the feelings:
“Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
“Thyrsis.” “He hearkens not! light comer, he is flown!
What matters it? Next year he will return,
But Thyrsis never more we swains shall see.
In ever-nearing circle draws her shade.
One of the modern great poets writes in a very remarkable ode to Autumn, full of imagination and suggestion, and felicitously worded phrases, these stanzas: