Glance on the conscious plumes touched here and there? O'erweening Art was caught as in a snare. A sense of seemingly presumptuous wrong Of power ethereal and celestial grace, That in the living Creature find on earth a place. 1846. The Poems of 1846, were limited to the lines beginning, "I know an aged man constrained to dwell," an "Evening Voluntary," six sonnets, and other two short pieces. WHY SHOULD WE WEEP OR MOURN, ANGELIC BOY.* Comp. 1846. Pub. 1850. WHY should we weep or mourn, angelic boy, For such thou wert ere from our sight removed, ... * This sonnet refers to the poet's grandchild, who died at Rome in the beginning of 1846. Wordsworth wrote of it thus to Professor Henry Reed, “Jan. 23, 1846. . . . Our daughter-in-law fell into bad health between three and four years ago. She went with her husband to Madeira, where they remained nearly a year; she was then advised to go to Italy. After a prolonged residence there, her six children (whom her husband returned Holy, and ever dutiful-beloved From day to day, with never-ceasing joy, But Heaven is now, blest Child, thy Spirit's home: WHERE LIES THE TRUTH? HAS MAN, IN WISDOM'S CREED. Comp. 1846. Pub. 1850. WHERE lies the truth? has man, in wisdom's creed, A pitiable doom; for respite brief A care more anxious, or a heavier grief? Is he ungrateful, and doth little heed God's bounty, soon forgotten; or indeed, Must Man, with labour born, awake to sorrow 1 1 Who that lies down and may not wake to sorrow. MS. MS. to England for), went, at her earnest request, to that country, under their father's guidance; then he was obliged, on account of his duty as a clergyman, to leave them. Four of the number resided with their mother at Rome, three of whom took a fever there, of which the youngest-as noble a boy of five years as ever was seen-died, being seized with convulsions when the fever was somewhat subdued."-Ed. Warbled in hearing both of earth and sky; But o'er the contrast wherefore heave a sigh? Through life's worst trials, whether shocks or snares, I KNOW AN AGED MAN CONSTRAINED TO DWELL. Comp. 1846. Pub. 1850. I KNOW an aged Man constrained to dwell In a large house of public charity, With numbers near, alas! no company. When he could creep about, at will, though poor There, at the root of one particular tree, Dear intercourse was theirs, day after day; This sonnet was suggested by the death of Wordsworth's grandson, commemorated in the previous sonnet, and by the alarming illness of his brother, the late Master of Trinity College, Cambridge, and the expected death of another grandson (John Wordsworth), at Ambleside, the only son of his eldest brother, Richard.-- ED. 170 HOW BEAUTIFUL THE QUEEN OF NIGHT, ON HIGH. Months passed in love that failed not to fulfil, Thus in the chosen spot a tie so strong Wife, children, kindred, they were dead and gone; One living stay was left, and on that one O that the good old man had power to prove, HOW BEAUTIFUL THE QUEEN OF NIGHT, ON HIGH. Comp. 1846. Pub. 1850. How beautiful the Queen of Night, on high A brightening edge will indicate that soon Break forth,-again to walk the clear blue sky. WHO BUT IS PLEASED TO WATCH THE MOON ON HIGH. 171 GIORDANO, verily thy Pencil's skill Hath here portrayed with Nature's happiest grace And Dian gazing on the Shepherd's face In rapture, yet suspending her embrace, As not unconscious with what power the thrill RYDAL MOUNT, 1846. WHO BUT IS PLEASED TO WATCH THE MOON ON HIGH. Comp. 1846. Pub. 1850. WHO but is pleased to watch the moon on high Renounces, till among the scattered clouds *Lucca Giordano was born at Naples, in 1629. He was at first a disciple of Spagnaletto, next of Pietro da Cortona; but after coming under the influence of Corregio, he went to Venice, where Titian was his inspiring master. In his own work the influence of all of these predecessors may be traced, but chiefly that of Titian, whose style of colouring and composition he followed so closely that many of his works might be mistaken for those of his greatest master. The picture referred to in this sonnet was brought from Italy by the poet's eldest son.-ED. |