TO I. F.* THE star which comes at close of day to shine Through shades that solemnize Life's calm decline, Learnt, Isabel, from thy society, Which now we too unwillingly resign Though for brief absence. But farewell! the page Glimmers before my sight through thankful tears, Such as start forth, not seldom, to approve Our truth, when we, old yet unchill'd by age, Call thee, though known but for a few fleet years, RYDAL MOUNT, Feb. 1840. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. 1 Bright is the star which comes at eve to shine 1840. [I often ask myself what will become of Rydal Mount after our day. Will the old walls and steps remain in front of the house and about *This and the previous sonnet was addressed to Miss Fenwick, to whom we indirectly owe the invaluable "Fenwick Notes." Were it not that the date is very minutely given, I would believe that they belong to 1841, as Miss Gillies tells me she resided at Rydal Mount during that year, when she painted Mrs Wordsworth's portrait. (See pp. 106 and 107.)—ED. The small wild Geranium known by that name.-W. W., 1842. the grounds, or will they be swept away with all the beautiful mosses and ferns and wild geraniums and other flowers which their rude construction suffered and encouraged to grow among them? *— This little wild flower-"Poor Robin "-is here constantly courting my attention, and exciting what may be called a domestic interest with the varying aspects of its stalks and leaves and flowers. † Strangely do the tastes of men differ according to their employment and habits of life. "What a nice well would that be," said a labouring man to me one day, "if all that rubbish was cleared off." The "rubbish" was some of the most beautiful mosses and lichens and ferns and other wild growths that could possibly be seen. Defend us from the tyranny of trimness and neatness showing itself in this way! Chatterton says of freedom" Upon her head wild weeds were spread," and depend upon it if "the marvellous boy" had undertaken to give Flora a garland, he would have preferred what we are apt to call weeds to garden flowers. True taste has an eye for both. Weeds have been called flowers out of place. I fear the place most people would assign to them is too limited. Let them come near to our abodes, as surely they may, without impropriety or disorder.] Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And, as his tufts1 of leaves he spreads, content With a hard bed and scanty nourishment, Mixed with the green, some shine not lacking power To rival summer's brightest scarlet flower; And flowers they well might seem to passers-by 1 1845. tuft 1842. * These things remain comparatively unaltered. Rydal Mount has suffered little in picturesqueness; while the house and grounds have gained in many ways from the inevitable changes of time. -ED. + Compare what is said of it in the Memoirs of the Poet, written in 1850, Vol. I. p. 20.-ED. Flowers or a richer produce (did it suit Of pretty fancies that would round him play Or when his tiny gems shall deck his brow: Yet more, we wish that men by men despised, What recompense is kept in store or left For all that seem neglected or bereft; With what nice care equivalents are given, How just, how bountiful, the hand of Heaven. March 1840. 1 1845. want or wealth 1842 ON A PORTRAIT OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON UPON THE FIELD OF WATERLOO, BY HAYDON.* [This was composed while I was ascending Helvellyn in company with my daughter and her husband. She was on horseback, and rode to the top of the hill without once dismounting, a feat which it was scarcely possible to perform except during a season of dry weather; and a guide, with whom we fell in on the mountain, told us he believed it had never been accomplished before by any one.] * By Art's bold privilege Warrior and War-horse stand Has shown as yields, we trust, the fruit of fame Haydon worked at this picture of Wellington from June to November, 1839. (See his Autobiography, vol. III. p. 108-131.) He writes under date, Sept. 4, 1840:-"Hard at work. I heard from dear Wordsworth, with a glorious sonnet on the Duke and Copenhagen.* It is very fine, and I began a new journal directly, and put in the sonnet. God bless him." The following is part of Wordsworth's letter : "MY DEAR HAYDON,—We are all charmed with your etching. It is both poetically and pictorially conceived, and finely executed. I should have written immediately to thank you for it, and for your letter and the enclosed one, which is interesting, but I wished to gratify you by writing a sonnet. I now send it, but with an earnest request that it may not be put into circulation for some little time, as it is warm from the brain, and may require, in consequence, some little retouching. It has this, at least, remarkable attached to it, which will add to its value in your eyes, that it was actually composed while I was climbing Helvellyn last Monday.”—ED. Wellington's war-horse.-ED. In Heaven; hence no one blushes for thy name, 1841. Only two sonnets are known to belong to the year 1841. [The picture which gave occasion to this and the following sonnet was from the pencil of Miss M. Gillies, who resided for several weeks under our roof at Rydal Mount.] ALL praise the Likeness by thy skill portrayed ;* But 'tis a fruitless task to paint for me, Who, yielding not to changes Time has made, By the habitual light of memory see Eyes unbedimmed, see bloom that cannot fade, And smiles that from their birth-place ne'er shall flee And, seeing this, own nothing in its stead. 1 1842. Since the mighty deed Him years have brought far nearer the grave's rest, Copy sent to Haydon. * Miss Gillies visited Rydal Mount in 1841, at the invitation of the Wordsworths, to make a miniature portrait of the poet on ivory, which had been commissioned by Mr Moon, the publisher, for the purpose of engraving. An engraving of this portrait was published on the 6th of August 1841. The original is now in America. Miss Gillies tells me that the Wordsworths were so pleased with what she had done for Mr Moon that they wished a replica for themselves, with Mrs Wordsworth added. She painted this; and a copy of it, subsequently taken for Miss Quillinan, is still in her possession at Loughrigg Holme. It is to the portrait of Mrs Wordsworth that this sonnet and the next refer.-ED. |