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Of Silver-how, and Grasmere's peaceful lake,
And one green island, gleam between the stems
Of the dark firs, a visionary scene!
And while I gaze upon the spectacle
Of clouded splendour, on this dream-like sight
Of solemn loveliness, I think on thee,
My Brother, and on all which thou hast lost.
Nor seldom, if I rightly guess, while Thou,
Muttering the verses which I muttered first
Among the mountains, through the midnight

watch

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Art pacing thoughtfully the vessel's deck
In some far region, here, while o'er my head,
At every impulse of the moving breeze,
The fir-grove murmurs with a sea-like sound,
Alone I tread this path; - for aught I know, 105
Timing my steps to thine; and, with a store
Of undistinguishable sympathies,
Mingling most earnest wishes for the day
When we, and others whom we love, shall meet
A second time, in Grasmere's happy Vale.

1800-1802.

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NOTE. This wish was not granted; the lamented Person not long after perished by shipwreck, in discharge of his duty as Commander of the Honourable East India Company's Vessel, the Earl of Abergavenny.

VII.

FORTH from a jutting ridge, around whose base Winds our deep Vale, two heath-clad Rocks

ascend

In fellowship, the loftiest of the pair
Rising to no ambitious height; yet both,
O'er lake and stream, mountain and flowery

mead,

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Unfolding prospects fair as human eyes
Ever beheld. Up-led with mutual help,
To one or other brow of those twin Peaks
Were two adventurous Sisters wont to climb,
And took no note of the hour while thence they

gazed,

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The blooming heath their couch, gazed, side by

side,

In speechless admiration. I, a witness
And frequent sharer of their calm delight
With thankful heart, to either Eminence
Gave the baptismal name each Sister bore.
Now are they parted, far as Death's cold hand
Hath power to part the Spirits of those who

love

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As they did love. Ye kindred Pinnacles-
That, while the generations of mankind
Follow each other to their hiding-place
In time's abyss, are privileged to endure
Beautiful in yourselves, and richly graced
With like command of beauty-grant your aid
For MARY'S humble, SARAH'S silent, claim,
That their pure joy in nature may survive
From age to age in blended memory.

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NOTES.

"If thou indeed derive thy light" (Inscription following title-page).

The date at which these lines were written is uncertain; Wordsworth himself tells us that they "were written some time after we became residents at Rydal Mount" (1813). They were first printed in 1827. In 1845 Wordsworth decided to place this piece before the Poems: "I mean it to serve as a sort of Preface." (Knight's " Life of Wordsworth," iii. 414). This may be viewed as a companion poem to "It is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown." ED.

Extract (page 1).

Written at Hawkshead. The beautiful image with which this poem concludes, suggested itself to me while I was resting in a boat along with my companions under the shade of a magnificent row of sycamores, which then extended their branches from the shore of the promontory upon which stands the ancient, and at that time the more picturesque, Hall of Coniston, the seat of the Le Flemings from very early times. The poem of which it was the conclusion was of many hundred lines, and contained thoughts and images most of which have been dispersed through my other writings.-I. F.

Dated by Wordsworth 1786; first published in 1815, with the title "Extract from the conclusion of a Poem, composed upon leaving school." In the "Autobiographical Memoranda," dictated Nov. 1847, Wordsworth describes this schoolboy composition as " a long poem running upon my own adventures, and the scenery of the country in which I was brought up." In "The Prelude" B. viii., Wordsworth tells of the occasion when this fragment was composed, and turns it into blank-verse:

"A grove there is whose boughs Stretch from the western marge of Thurston-mere," &c.

("Thurston-mere," an old name for Coniston.) Ll. 9-12 in 1815 stood as follows:

"Thus, when the sun, prepared for rest,
Hath gained the precincts of the West,
Though his departing radiance fail
To illuminate the hollow Vale,
A lingering light he fondly throws
On the dear Hills where first he rose."

After attempted improvements in 1820, 1832, and 1836, the present text was given in 1845. In Knight's "Wordsworth," vi. 365, a MS. version is given from a notebook containing "Laodamia" and other poems of about the same date. - ED.

Written in very early youth (page 4).

Dated conjecturally 1786; first published 1807. L. 4 (1827); previously :

"Is up, and cropping yet his later meal."

"Cropping audibly" may be a reminiscence from the "Nocturnal Reverie" of the Countess of Winchilsea, whose poems Wordsworth knew and admired:

"Whose [the horse's] stealing pace and lengthened shade we fear,

Till torn-up forage in his teeth we hear."-ED.

An Evening Walk (page 4).

The young Lady to whom this was addressed was my Sister. It was composed at school, and during my two first College vacations. There is not an image in it which I have not observed; and now, in my seventy-third year, I recollect the time and place where most of them were noticed. I will confine myself to one instance :

"Waving his hat, the shepherd, from the vale,
Directs his winding dog the cliffs to scale, -
The dog, loud barking, 'mid the glittering rocks,
Hunts, where his master points, the intercepted flocks."

I was an eye-witness of this for the first time while crossing the Pass of Dunmail Raise. Upon second thought, I will mention another image:

"And, fronting the bright west, yon oak entwines

Its darkening boughs and leaves, in stronger lines."

This is feebly and imperfectly expressed, but I recollect distinctly the very spot where this first struck me. It was in the way between Hawkshead and Ambleside, and gave me extreme pleasure. The moment was important in my poetical history; for I date from it my consciousness of the infinite variety of natural appearances which had been unnoticed by the poets of any age or country, so far as I was acquainted with them; and I made a resolution to supply, in some degree, the deficiency. I could not have been at that time above fourteen years of age. The description of the swans, that follows, was taken from the daily opportunities I had of observing their habits, not as confined to the gentleman's park, but in a state of nature. There were two pairs of them that divided the lake of Esthwaite and its in-and-out-flowing streams between them, never trespassing a single yard upon each other's separate domain. They were of the old magnificent species, bearing in beauty and majesty about the same relation to the Thames swan which that does to the goose. It was from the remembrance of those noble creatures I took, thirty years after, the picture of the swan which I have discarded from the poem of Dion. While I was a schoolboy, the late Mr. Curwen introduced a little fleet of those birds, but of the inferior species, to the lake of Windermere. Their principal home was about his own island; but they sailed about into remote parts of the lake, and, either from real or imagined injury done to the adjoining fields, they were got rid of at the request of the farmers and proprietors, but to the great regret of all who had become attached to them, from noticing their beauty and quiet habits. I will conclude my notice of this poem by observing that the plan of it has not been confined to a particular walk or an individual place, -a proof (of which I was unconscious at the time) of my unwillingness to submit the poetic spirit to the chains of fact and real circumstance. The country is idealised rather than described in any one of its local aspects.-I. F.

Dated by Wordsworth 1787-89; first published in 1793.

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