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"At thy name though compassion her nature resign, Though in virtue's proud mouth thy report be a stain,
50 My care, if the arm of the mighty were mine, Would plant thee where yet thou might'st
Published in “ Lyrical Ballads,'' 1800, 1802, 1805, and in “ Poems,"
1815; afterwards omitted.-ED),
I HATE that Andrew Jones : he'll breed
I said not this, because he loves
For this poor crawling helpless wretch
Inch-thick the dust lay on the ground
It chanc'd that Andrew pass'd that way
Would, with its rattling music, come," 1815; and so also in last verse.-ED.
The Cripple in the mid-day heat
FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR “ MICHAEL."
From a MS. book of 1802 in Dorothy Wordsworth s handwriting.
The fragments have been placed in order by Professor Knight, who printed them in his “Life of Wordsworth," vol. i. pp. 381-388. Although on the MS. book was written “May to December, 1802," these fragments probably belong to 1800, in which year “ Michael” was first published. —ED.
THERE is a shapeless crowd of unhewn stones
I will relate a tale for those who love
It befell 10
To gather all their mountain family
15 Into the homestalls, ere they send them back There to defend themselves the winter long. Old Michael for this purpose had driven down His flock into the vale, but as it chanced, A single sheep was wanting. They had sought 20 The straggler during all the previous day All over their own pastures, and beyond. And now at sunrise, sallying forth again, Far did they go that morning: with their search Beginning towards the south, where from Dove Crag
25 (Ill home for bird so gentle), they looked down On Deep-dale head, and Brothers' water (named From those two Brothers that were drowned
therein); Thence northward did they pass by Arthur's seat, And Fairfield's highest summit, on the right 30 Leaving St. Sunday's Crag, to Grisdale tarn They shot, and over that cloud-loving hill, Seat-Sandal, a fond lover of the clouds; Thence up Helvellyn, a superior mount, With prospect underneath of Striding edge, 35 And Grisdale's liouseless vale, along the brink Of Sheep-cot-cove, and those two other coves, Huge skeletons of crags which from the coast Of old Helvellyn spread their arms abroad And make a stormy harbour for the winds. 40 Far went these shepherds in their devious quest, From mountain ridges peeping as they passed Down into every nook ;
and many a sheep On height or bottom did they see, in flocks 45 Or single. And although it needs must seem Hard to believe, yet could they well discern Even at the utmost distance of two miles, (Such strength of vision to the shepherd's eye Doth practice give) that neither in the flocks 50 Nor in the single sheep was what they sought. So to Helvellyn's eastern side they went, Down looking on that hollow, where the pool Of Thirlmere flashes like a warrior's shield
His light high up among the gloomy rocks, 55
70 Lie loose on the bare turf, some half o'ergrown By the grey moss, but not a single stone Unsettled by a wanton blow from foot Of shepherd, man or boy. They have respect For strangers who have travelled far perhaps, 75 For men who in such places, feeling there The grandeur of the earth, have left inscribed Their epitaph, which rain and snow And the strong wind have reverenced.
There follows the passage given in the note on “ Michael," rol. i.
pp. 398, 399, beginning " Though in these occupations they would pass," with a few various readings, and between the line " Conceits, devices," etc. and the last line, "The fancies of a solitary
man," the following: Of alterations human hands might make
80 Among the mountains, fens which might be
drained, Mines opened, forests planted, and rocks split.
On a latter page of Dorothy Wordsworth's MS. is found the following:
At length the boy Said, “Father 'tis lost labour; with your leave I will go back and range & second time
The grounds which we have hunted through before."
Which to his father's little farm belonged,
105 Abated not; and all that time the boy Was busy in his search, until at length He spied the sheep upon a plot of grass, An island in the brook. It was a place Remote and deep, piled round with rocks, where foot
110 Of man or beast was seldom used to tread. But now when everywhere the summer grass Began to fail, this sheep by hunger pressed Had left his fellows, made his way alone To the green plot of pasture in the brook. 115 Before the boy knew well what he had seen He leapt upon the island, with proud heart, And with a shepherd's joy. Immediately The sheep sprang forward to the further shore, And was borne headlong by the roaring flood. 120 At this the boy looked round him and his heart
1 The words from “and with a heart” to “ For ye must know are erased in the MS. ED.