them along the shore, about the breadth of a country turnpike road. I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew among the mossy stones, about and above them; some rested their heads upon these stones, as on a pillow for weariness; and the rest tossed and reeled and danced, and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake. They looked so gay, ever glancing, ever changing. This wind blew directly over the lake to them. There was here and there a little knot, and a few stragglers higher up; but they were so few as not to disturb the simplicity, unity, and life of that one busy highway. We rested again and again. The bays were stormy, and we heard the waves at different distances, and in the middle of the water, like the sea. In the edition of 1815 there is a footnote to the lines They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude * to the following effect :-"The subject of these Stanzas is rather an elementary feeling and simple impression (approaching to the nature of an ocular spectrum) upon the imaginative faculty, than an exertion of it. The one which follows is strictly a Reverie; and neither that, nor the next after it in succession, Power of Music, would have been placed here except for the reason given in the foregoing note." The being "placed here" refers to its being included among the "Poems of the Imagination." The "foregoing note" is the note appended to The Horn of Egremont Castle; and the "reason given" in it is "to avoid a needless multiplication of the Classes" into which Wordsworth divided his poems. This note of 1815 is reprinted mainly to show the difficulties to which Wordsworth was reduced by the artificial method of arrangement referred to. The following letter to Mr. Wrangham is a more appropriate illustration of the poem of "The Daffodils." It was written, the late Bishop of Lincoln says, "sometime afterwards." (See Memoirs of Wordsworth, vol. i. pp. 183, 184); and, for the whole of the letter, see a subsequent volume of this edition. "Grasmere, Nov. 4. "MY DEAR WRANGHAM,—I am indeed much pleased that Mrs. Wrangham and yourself have been gratified by these breathings of simple nature. You mention Butler, Montagu's *It was The Reverie of Poor Susan.--ED. friend; not Tom Butler, but the conveyancer: when I was in town in spring, he happened to see the volumes lying on Montagu's mantelpiece, and to glance his eye upon the very poem of The Daffodils.' 'Aye,' says he, a fine morsel this for the Reviewers.' When this was told me (for I was not present) I observed that there were two lines in that little poem which, if thoroughly felt, would annihilate nine-tenths of the reviews of the kingdom, as they would find no readers. The lines I alluded to were these "They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude.' In These two lines were composed by Mrs. Wordsworth. 1877 the daffodils were still growing in abundance on the shore of Ullswater, below Gowbarrow Park. Compare the last four lines of James Montgomery's poem, The Little Cloud Bliss in possession will not last : Remembered joys are never past : At once the fountain, stream, and sea, ED. * THE AFFLICTION OF MARGARET Composed 1804.-Published 1807 [Written at Town-end, Grasmere. This was taken from the case of a poor widow who lived in the town of Penrith. Her sorrow was well known to Mrs. Wordsworth, to my sister, and, I believe, to the whole town. She kept a shop, and when she saw a stranger passing by, she was in the habit of going out into the street to enquire of him after her son.-I. F.] Included by Wordsworth among his "Poems founded on the Affections."-ED. I WHERE art thou, my beloved Son, Where art thou, worse to me than dead? Oh find me, prosperous or undone ! Or, if the grave be now thy bed, * In the edition of 1807, the title was The Affliction of Margaret ; in 1820, it was The Affliction of Margaret; and in 1845, it was as above. In an early MS. it was The Affliction of Mary an as yet unpublished Preface to it, see volume viii. of this edition.-ED. of For Why am I ignorant of the same II Seven years, alas! to have received To have despaired, have hoped, believed, III He was among the prime in worth, If things ensued that wanted grace, IV Ah! little doth the young-one dream, V Neglect me! no, I suffered long. From that ill thought; and, being blind, Said, "Pride shall help me in my wrong: VI My Son, if thou be humbled, poor, Oh! do not dread thy mother's door; VII Alas! the fowls of heaven have wings, VIII Perhaps some dungeon hears thee groan, Or hast been summoned to the deep, IX I look for ghosts; but none will force 1 1832. Betwixt 1807. For, surely, then I should have sight X My apprehensions come in crowds; XI Beyond participation lie My troubles, and beyond relief: THE FORSAKEN Composed 1804.-Published 1842 [This was an overflow from The Affliction of Margaret, and was excluded as superfluous there, but preserved in the faint hope that it may turn to account by restoring a shy lover to some forsaken damsel. My poetry has been complained of as deficient in interests of this sort,-a charge which the piece beginning, "Lyre! though such power do in thy magic live," will scarcely tend to obviate. The natural imagery of these verses was supplied by frequent, I might say intense, observation of the Rydal torrent. What an animating contrast is the ever-changing aspect of that, and indeed of every one of our mountain brooks, to the monotonous tone and unmitigated fury of such streams among the Alps as are fed all the summer long |