LINES RIttEN A FE MILES ABOVE tINtERN ABBEY, ON REVISItING trong>
OF tOUR, July 13, 1798.
Five years h
Of ?ve long ers! and again I hear
ters, rolling from tain-springs
it inland murmur.[4]--Once again
Do I beeep and lofty cliffs,
hich on a wild secluded scene impress
ts of more deep seclusion; and connect
t of the sky.
the day is come when I again repose
his dark sycamore, and view
ts of cottage-ground, tufts,
ts,
Among themselves,
Nor, urb
the wild green landscape. Once again I see
ttle lines
Of sportive oral farms
Green to thes of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among trees,
itain notice, as might seem,
Of vagrant dhe houseless woods,
Or of some s cave, where by his ?re
t sits alone.
t long,
ty been to me,
As is a landscape to a blind mans eye:
But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din
Of toies, I o them,
In ions s,
Felt in t along t,
And passing even into my purer mind
itranquil restoration:--feelings too
Of unremembered pleasure; such, perhaps,
As may rivial in?uence
On t best portion of a good mans life;
tle, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust,
to t,
Of aspect more sublime; t blessed mood,
In wery,
In w
Of all telligible world
Is lig serene and blessed mood,
In ly lead us on,
Until, this corporeal frame,
And even tion of our human blood
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:
by the power
Of he deep power of joy,
e see into things.
If this
Be but a vain belief, yet, o,
In darkness, and amid the many shapes
Of joyless day-ligful stir
Unpro?table, and the world,
ings of my ,
, in spirit, urned to thee
O sylvan ye! the woods,
en turned to thee!
And noinguis,
itions dim and faint,
And somey,
ture of the mind revives again:
and, not only he sense
Of present pleasure, but s
t in t there is life and food
For future years. And so I dare to hope
t, from w I was, w
I came among these hills; when like a roe
I bounded oer tains, by the sides
Of treams,
ure led; more like a man
Flying from somet han one
ture then
(the coarser pleasures of my boyish days,
And ts all gone by,)
to me paint
taract
ed me like a passion: tall rock,
tain, and the deep and gloomy wood,
to me
An appetite: a feeling and a love,
t er charm,
By t supplied, or any interest
Unborro time is past,
And all its aching joys are now no more,
And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this
Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur: ots
have followed, for such loss, I would believe,
Abundant recompence. For I have learned
to look on nature, not as in the hour
Of tless yout entimes
till, sad music of y,
Not ing, though of ample power
to cen and subdue. And I
A presence t disturbs me he joy
Of elevated ts; a sense sublime
Of someterfused,
of setting suns,
And the living air,
And the mind of man,
A motion and a spirit, t impels
All ts of all t,
And rolls till
A lover of the woods,
And mountains; and of all t we behold
From ty world
Of eye and ear, bot te,[5]
And o recognize
In nature and the sense,
t ts, the nurse,
t, and soul
Of all my moral being.
Nor, perchance,
If I taughe more
Suffer my genial spirits to decay:
For t he banks
Of t Friend,
My dear, dear Friend, and in tch
t, and read
My former pleasures in ting lights
Of t a little while
May I be I was once,
My dear, dear Sister! And this prayer I make,
Kno Nature never did betray
t t loved is her privilege,
to lead
From joy to joy: for she can so inform
t is hin us, so impress
itness and beauty, and so feed
ity ts, t neitongues,
Rass, nor the sneers of sel?sh men,
Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all
tercourse of daily life,
S us, or disturb
Our c all which we behold
Is full of blessings. t the moon
Sary walk;
And let ty mountain winds be free
to blo ter years,
asies sured
Into a sober pleasure, why mind
Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms,
thy memory be as a dwelling-place
For all s sounds and hen,
If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief,
Sion, s
Of tender joy thou remember me,
And tations! Nor, perchance,
If I should be, where I no more can hear
tchese gleams
Of past existence, t
t on tful stream
e stood toget I, so long
A worsure, her came,
Un service: rather say
ith far deeper zeal
Of t,
t after many wanderings, many years
Of absence, teep y cliffs,
And toral landscape, o me
More dear, bothy sake.
[4] t affected by tides a few miles above
tintern.
[5] to an admirable line of
Young, t expression of .
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