THE SOMNAMBULIST And the Stream whirled her down the dell Along its foaming bed. 399 In plunged the Knight !—when on firm ground The rescued Maiden lay, Her eyes grew bright with blissful light, Confusion passed away; She heard, ere to the throne of grace Her faithful Spirit flew, His voice-beheld his speaking face; So was he reconciled to life: Brief words may speak the rest; 1 And there was Sorrow's guest; Wild stream of Aira, hold thy course, Nor fear memorial lays, Where clouds that spread in solemn shade, 1 1835. Are edged with golden rays! Dear art thou to the light of heaven, In plunged the Knight-he strove in vain. 2 1835. MS. 135 140 145 150 155 Sweet is thy voice at pensive even ; Shalt take thy place with Yarrow !' 160 This poem was translated into Latin verse by the poet's son, and published in the second edition of Yarrow Revisited, and other Poems, 1835.-Ed. XLVII TO CORDELIA M—* HALLSTEADS, ULLSWATER NOT in the mines beyond the western main, Nor is it silver of romantic Spain But from our loved Helvellyn's 2 depths was brought, 1 1845. 5 ΙΟ MOST SWEET IT IS WITH UNUPLIFTED EYES 401 XLVIII "MOST SWEET IT IS WITH UNUPLIFTED EYES" 1 MOST sweet it is with unuplifted eyes To pace the ground, if path be there or none, If Thought and Love desert us, from that day The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews 1 The title to this sonnet, in the editions previous to 1845, was Conclusion. 2 1835. 3 1835. While round the conscious traveller beauty lies MS. Pleased rather with that soothing after-tone MS. VOL. VII 2 D 1834 THE Poems of 1834 include four of the Evening Voluntaries, The Labourer's Noon-day Hymn, and the stanzas to The Redbreast.-ED. "NOT IN THE LUCID INTERVALS OF LIFE" Composed 1834.-Published 1835 [The lines following "nor do words" were written with Lord Byron's character as a poet before me, and that of others his contemporaries who wrote under like influences.--I. F.] One of the " Evening Voluntaries."--ED. NOT in the lucid intervals of life That come but as a curse to party-strife; Not in some hour when Pleasure with a sigh Not in the breathing-times of that poor slave Is Nature felt, or can be; * in Mammon's cave— nor do words, Which practised talent readily affords, 5 Prove that her hand has touched responsive chords; Nor has her gentle beauty power to move With genuine rapture and with fervent love ΙΟ BY THE SIDE OF RYDAL MERE 403 The soul of Genius, if he dare 1 to take Of all the truly great and all the innocent. But who is innocent? By grace divine, To all that Earth from pensive hearts is stealing, 15 19 25 30 BY THE SIDE OF RYDAL MERE Composed 1834.-Published 1835 One of the " Evening Voluntaries.”—ED. THE linnet's warble, sinking towards a close, 1 1837. dares 1835. 5 |