Than those, which mould yon cloud in lazy flakes, Or the dull sobbing draft, that drones and rakes ΙΟ Upon the strings of this Æolian lute, And the slant night-show'r driving loud and fast! Those sounds which oft have rais'd me, whilst they aw'd, And sent my soul abroad, Might now perhaps their wonted impulse give, Might startle this dull pain, and make it move and live! 20 11 A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassion'd grief, Which finds no nat'ral outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear O EDMUND! in this wan and heartless mood, To other thoughts by yonder throstle woo'd, All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the Western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow-green : And still I gaze-and with how blank an eye! 30 And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that glide behind them, or between, Now sparkling, now bedimm'd, but always O wherefore did I let it haunt my mind I turn from it, and listen to the wind a scream 90 What Full seldom may my friend such vigils keep! Visit him, gentle Sleep, with wings of healing, And may this storm be but a mountainbirth, May all the stars hang bright above his dwelling, Silent, as though they watch'd the sleeping Earth! With light heart may he rise, And sing his lofty song, and teach me to rejoice! O EDMUND, friend of my devoutest choice, O rais'd from anxious dread and busy care, 130 By the immenseness of the good and fair Joy lifts thy spirit, joy attunes thy voice, ΕΣΤΗΣΕ. APPENDIX H TO A GENTLEMAN [WILLIAM WORDSWORTH] COMPOSED ON THE NIGHT AFTER HIS RECITATION OF A POEM ON THE GROWTH OF AN INDIVIDUAL MIND (p. 176). The following is the first version of this poem as sent by Coleridge to Sir George Beaumont in January 1807. See Coleorton Letters, edited by Professor Wm. Knight, 1887, vol. i. p. 213: TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH COMPOSED FOR THE GREATER PART ON THE SAME NIGHT AFTER THE FINISHING OF HIS RECITATION OF THE POEM IN THIRTEEN BOOKS, ON THE GROWTH OF HIS OWN MIND. O FRIEND! O Teacher! God's great gift to me! Into my heart have I received that lay Of the foundations and the building up the burst 31 Of Heaven's immediate thunder, when no cloud Is visible, or shadow on the main ! Amid the tremor of a realm aglow ! So summon'd homeward; thenceforth calm and sure, 40 As from the watch-tower of man's absolute self, With light unwaning on her eyes, to look Far on--herself a glory to behold, The Angel of the Vision! Then (last strain) Of Duty, chosen laws controlling choice, Action and joy !—An Orphic tale indeed, A tale divine of high and passionate thoughts To their own music chanted! Save as it worketh for them, they in it. Comfort from thee, and utterance of thy love, Came with such heights and depths of har mony, Such sense of wings uplifting, that its might Scatter'd and quell'd me, till my thoughts became sad years A bodily tumult; and thy faithful hopes, Sense of past youth, and manhood come |