VIII. [This Impromptu appeared, many years ago, among the Author's poems, from which, in subsequent editions, it was excluded. It is reprinted, at the request of the Friend in whose presence the lines were thrown off.] THE sun has long been set, The stars are out by twos and threes, Among the bushes and trees; There's a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes, And a sound of water that gushes, And the cuckoo's sovereign cry Fills all the hollow of the sky. With that beautiful, soft half-moon, And all these innocent blisses? On such a night as this is! 1804. IX. COMPOSED UPON AN EVENING OF EXTRAORDINARY SPLENDOR AND BEAUTY. I. HAD this effulgence disapppeared With flying haste, I might have sent, Among the speechless clouds, a look But 't is endued with power to stay, And sanctify one closing day, Time was when field and watery cove With modulated echoes rang, While choirs of fervent Angels sang Their vespers in the grove; Or, crowning, star-like, each some sovereign height, Strains suitable to both. · Such holy rite, From hill or valley, could not move Than doth this silent spectacle, the gleam, The shadow, and the peace supreme! II. No sound is uttered, — but a deep The hollow vale from steep to steep, Called forth by wondrous potency Herds range along the mountain-side; And glistening antlers are descried, Thine is the tranquil hour, purpureal Eve! That this magnificence is wholly thine! From worlds not quickened by the sun A portion of the gift is won; An intermingling of Heaven's pomp is spread On ground which British shepherds tread! III. And if there be whom broken ties Afflict, or injuries assail, Yon hazy ridges to their eyes Present a glorious scale, Climbing, suffused with sunny air, To stop -no record hath told where ! And tempting Fancy to ascend, And with immortal Spirits blend! Wings at my shoulders seem to play; But, rooted here, I stand and gaze On those bright steps that heavenward raise Come forth, ye drooping old men, look abroad, And wake him with such gentle heed As may attune his soul to meet the dower IV. Such hues from their celestial Urn Were wont to stream before mine eye, This glimpse of glory, why renewed? Dread Power! whom peace and calmness serve O, let thy grace remind me of the light -'Tis past, the visionary splendor fades ; 1818. Note. The multiplication of mountain ridges, described at the commencement of the third Stanza of this Ode as a kind of Jacob's Ladder leading to Heaven, is produced either by watery vapors or sunny haze; -in the present instance, by the latter cause. Allusions to the Ode entitled "Intimations of Immortality" pervade the last Stanza of the foregoing Poem. X. COMPOSED BY THE SEA-SHORE. WHAT mischief cleaves to unsubdued regret, On chance dependent, and the fickle star Daily to think on old familiar doors, Hearths loved in childhood, and ancestral floors; Or, tossed about along a waste of foam, To ruminate on that delightful home Which with the dear Betrothed was to come, Or in a dream recalled, whose smoothest range |