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- and yon, whose Church-like frame
Gives to the savage Pass its name.
Be thankful, even though tired and faint,
My Soul was grateful for delight
Is of the clime in which we live;
Who comes not hither ne'er shall know
The brook adown the rocky steeps.
Farewell, thou desolate Domain !
And who is she?
Can that be Joy!
Who, with a sunbeam for her guide,
"Whate'er the weak may dread, the wicked dare,
COMPOSED UPON AN EVENING OF EXTRAORDINARY SPLENDOUR
HAD this effulgence disappeared
With flying haste, I might have sent,
Among the speechless clouds, a look
Of blank astonishment;
But 'tis endued with power to stay,
And sanctify one closing day,
That frail Mortality may see —
ah no, but what can be!
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,
Methinks, if audibly repeated now
Than doth this silent spectacle
No sound is uttered, but a deep
The hollow vale from steep to steep,
Called forth by wondrous potency
Whate'er it strikes, with gem-like hues!
In vision exquisitely clear,
Herds range along the mountain side;
And glistening antlers are descried ;
Thine is the tranquil hour, purpureal Eve!
From worlds not quickened by the sun
A portion of the gift is won;
An intermingling of Heaven's pomp is spread
And, if there be whom broken ties
Yon hazy ridges to their eyes
Climbing suffused with sunny air,
no record hath told where!
And tempting Fancy to ascend,
And with immortal Spirits blend!
-Wings at my shoulder seem to play;
On those bright steps that heaven-ward 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
Such hues from their celestial Urn
This glimpse of glory, why renewed?
Nay, rather speak with gratitude;
For, if a vestige of those gleams
Dread Power! whom peace and calmness serve
From THEE if I would swerve,
Oh, let thy grace remind me of the light
- 'Tis past, the visionary splendour fades ; And night approaches with her shades.
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 vapours, or sunny haze; -in the present instance, by the latter cause. Allusions to the Ode, entitled "Intimations of Immortality," at the conclusion of the fourth volume, pervade the last stanza of the foregoing Poem.
COMFOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY, ON REVISITING THE BANKS OF THE WYE DURING A TOUR.
JULY 13. 1798.
FIVE years have past; five summers, with the length
These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
* The river is not affected by the tides a few miles above Tintern.