A Picture had it been of lasting ease, Such, in the fond illusion of my heart, 25 Such Picture would I at that time have made: 30 So once it would have been,-'tis so no more; I have submitted to a new control: A power is gone, which nothing can restore; 35 A deep distress hath humanised my Soul. Not for a moment could I now behold 39 Then, Beaumont, Friend! who would have been the Friend, If he had lived, of Him whom I deplore, O'tis a passionate Work!-yet wise and well, 45 50 And this huge Castle, standing here sublime, Farewell, farewell the heart that lives alone, 55 But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer, 1805. 60 VII. TO THE DAISY. SWEET Flower! belike one day to have I welcome thee once more : Ah! hopeful, hopeful was the day His wish was gained: a little time Would bring him back in manhood's prime With all his wants supplied. And full of hope day followed day The May had then made all things green; 5 10 15 That Ship was goodly to be seen, Yet then, when called ashore, he sought In more than happy mood To your abodes, bright daisy Flowers! But hark the word!—the ship is gone ;- Once more on English earth they stand: Ill-fated Vessel!-ghastly shock! -At length delivered from the rock, And through the stormy night they steer; "Silence!" the brave Commander cried ; -A few (my soul oft sees that sight) Six weeks beneath the moving sea 20 25 30 35 40 45 50 To quit the Ship for which he died, And there they found him at her side; Vain service! yet not vainly done For such a gentle Soul and sweet, That neighbourhood of grove and field The birds shall sing and ocean make 55 60 65 And Thou, sweet Flower, shalt sleep and wake Upon his senseless grave. 70 1805. VIII. ELEGIAC VERSES, IN MEMORY OF MY BROTHER, JOHN WORDSWORTH, Commander of the E. I. Company's ship, the Earl of Abergavenny, in which he perished by calamitous shipwreck, Feb. 6th, 1805. Composed near the Mountain track, that leads from Grasmere through Grisdale Hawes, where it descends towards Patterdale. 1805. I. THE Sheep-boy whistled loud, and lo! L The Buzzard mounted from the rock Lord of the air, he took his flight; II. Thus in the weakness of my heart And let me calmly bless the Power That meets me in this unknown Flower, With calmness suffer and believe, And grieve, and know that I must grieve, III. Here did we stop; and here looked round For that last thought of parting Friends Hidden was Grasmere Vale from sight, Of blessedness to come. IV. Full soon in sorrow did I weep, Taught that the mutual hope was dust, 5 10 15 20 25 30 |