And ever, as we fondly muse, we find The soft gloom deepening on the tranquil mind. The bird, who ceased, with fading light, to thread Silent the hedge or steamy rivulet's bed,1 From his grey reappearing tower shall soon Salute with gladsome note the rising moon, While with a hoary light she frosts the ground, And pours a deeper blue to Æther's bound; Pleased, as she moves, her pomp of clouds to fold In robes of azure, fleecy-white, and gold.2 Above yon eastern hill, where darkness broods 3 O'er all its vanished dells, and lawns, and woods; 1 1836. The bird, with fading light who ceased to thread 1793. The bird, who ceased with fading light to thread 1815. Salute with boding note the rising moon, 1793. And pleased her solemn pomp of clouds to fold 1815. Now, o'er the eastern hill, where darkness broods, 1793. 1815. Where but a mass of shade the sight can trace, Far to the western slopes with hamlets white; Thus Hope, first pouring from her blessed horn Even now she decks for me a distant scene, (For dark and broad the gulf of time between) Gilding that cottage with her fondest ray, (Sole bourn, sole wish, sole object of my way; How fair its lawns and sheltering3 woods appear! How sweet its streamlet murmurs in mine ear!) Where we, my Friend, to happy days shall rise, 'Till our small share of hardly paining sighs (For sighs will ever trouble human breath) Creep hushed into the tranquil breast of death. But now the clear bright Moon her zenith gains, And, rimy without speck, extend the plains: The deepest cleft the mountains front displays 1 The song of mountain-streams, unheard by day, 1 1836. The deepest dell the mountain's breast displays, 4 1793. 1820. The scene is wakened, yet its peace unbroke, 1793. Soon followed by his hollow-parting oar, Hurrying the feeding hare through rustling corn. 1793. 1793. The sportive outcry of the mocking owl;1 LINES WRITTEN WHILE SAILING IN A BOAT AT EVENING. Comp. 1789. Pub. 1798. [This title is scarcely correct. It was during a solitary walk on the banks of the Cam that I was first struck with this appearance, and applied it to my own feelings in the manner here expressed, changing the scene to the Thames, near Windsor. This, and the three stanzas of the following poem, "Remembrance of Collins," formed one piece; but, upon the recommendation of Coleridge, the three last stanzas were separated from the other.] How richly glows the water's breast And see how dark the backward stream! Such views the youthful Bard allure; - -And let him nurse his fond deceit, And what if he must die in sorrow! Who would not cherish dreams so sweet, REMEMBRANCE OF COLLINS. COMPOSED UPON THE THAMES NEAR RICHMOND. Comp. 1789. Pub. 1798. GLIDE gently, thus for ever glide, As now, fair river! come to me. As thy deep waters now are flowing. Vain thought!-Yet be as now thou art, That in thy waters may be seen How bright, how solemn, how serene! Who murmuring here a later* ditty, Could find no refuge from distress 1 1815. Such heart did once the poet bless, 1798. *Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson, the last written, I believe, of the poems which were published during his lifetime, This Ode is also alluded to in the next stanza. 1798. |