No brother, no mate1 has he near him-while I As if green summer grass were the floor of my room, Yet, God is my witness, thou small helpless Thing! 30 Till summer come 2 up from the south, and with crowds Of thy brethren a march thou should'st sound through the clouds. And back to the forests again! A POET'S EPITAPH Composed 1799.-Published 1800 One of the "Poems of Sentiment and Reflection."-Ed. ART thou a Statist 3 in the van Of public conflicts 4 trained and bred? 35 1 1827. no Friend 1800. No brother has he, no companion, while I MS. 2 1837. Art thou a Man of purple cheer? Or art thou one of gallant pride,1 Physician art thou ?—one, all eyes, Wrapt closely in thy sensual fleece, A Moralist perchance appears; 10 15 20 25 Led, Heaven knows how! to this poor sod: One to whose smooth-rubbed soul can cling 30 Nor form, nor feeling, great or 3 small; The edition of 1815 returns to the text of 1800. * D.D., not M.D. The physician is referred to in the fifth stanza.—ED. Shut close the door; press down the latch; Nor lose ten tickings of thy watch Near this unprofitable dust. But who is He, with modest looks, He is retired as noontide dew, The outward shows of sky and earth, In common things that round us lie The harvest of a quiet eye 35 40 45 Some random truths he can impart,— 50 That broods and sleeps on his own heart. But he is weak; both Man and Boy, -Come hither in thy hour of strength; Compare Thomson's description of the Bard, in his Castle of Indolence (canto ii., stanza xxxiii.)— He came, the bard, a little Druid wight, With sweetness mixed. In russet brown bedight, ED. See the Fenwick note to the poem, Written in Germany, on one of the coldest Days of the Century (p. 73). "The Poet's Epitaph is disfigured to my taste by the common satire upon parsons and lawyers in the beginning, and the coarse epithet of pin-point," in the sixth stanza. All the rest is eminently good, and your own. (Charles Lamb to William Wordsworth, January 1801.)—ED. "STRANGE FITS OF PASSION HAVE I KNOWN" Composed 1799.-Published 1800 [Written in Germany, 1799.-I. F.] One of the "Poems founded on the Affections." In MS. Wordsworth gave, as the title, "A Reverie," but erased it.-ED. STRANGE fits of passion have I known: 1 But in the Lover's ear alone, What once to me befel. When she I loved looked every day Fresh as a rose in June,2 I to her cottage bent my way, 3 Beneath an evening moon. 5 5 And now we reached the orchard-plot; And, as we climbed the hill, The sinking moon to Lucy's cot Came near, and nearer still.1 In one of those sweet dreams I slept, Kind Nature's gentlest boon ! On the descending moon. My horse moved on; hoof after hoof What fond and wayward thoughts will slide "O mercy!" to myself I cried, "If Lucy should be dead!" 15 20 25 "SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN WAYS" Composed 1799.-Published 1800 One of the "Poems founded on the Affections." In the edition of 1800 it is entitled Song.-ED. SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, *Compare the lines in Arthur Hugh Clough's poem, The Stream of Life |