ΤΟ CHARLES LAMB, ESQ. MY DEAR FRIEND, WHEN I sent you, a few weeks ago, the Tale of Peter Bell, you asked why THE WAGGONER was not added? '—To say the truth, from the higher tone of imagination, and the deeper touches of passion aimed at in the former, I apprehended, this little Piece could not accompany it without disadvantage. In the year 1806, if I am not mistaken, THE WAGGONER was read to you in manuscript, and, as you have remembered it for so long a time, I am the more encouraged to hope, that, since the localities on which the Poem partly depends did not prevent its being interesting to you, it may prove acceptable to others. Being therefore in some measure the cause of its present appearance, you must allow me the gratification of inscribing it to you; in acknowledgment of the pleasure I have derived from your Writings, and of the high esteem with which I am Very truly yours, WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. Rydal Mount, May 20, 1819. THE WAGGONER. CANTO FIRST. 'Tis spent this burning day of June! Round the dim crags on heavy pinions wheeling, Now that the children's busiest schemes Do all lie buried in blank sleep, Or only live in stirring dreams, The glow-worms fearless watch may keep ; Some thinly-sprinkled stars are seen, Each changed into a pallid spot. The mountains against heaven's grave weight Is close and hot ;-and now and then Hush, there is some one on the stir! "Tis Benjamin the Waggoner; Who long hath trod this toilsome way, -by whose side, The Wain announces Along the banks of Rydal Mere, Yet all the while his whip is dumb! |