With light unwaning on her eyes, to look O great Bard! Of Truth profound a sweet continuous lay, 44 controlling] ? impelling, ?directing MS. W. 45 song] tale MS. B. Letter, 1815. 47-9 45 50 55 60 46 song] tale MS. B. thoughts] truths MS. Ah! great Bard Ere yet that last swell dying aw'd the air 48 that] the MS. B. 49 With steadfast eyes I saw thee MS. B. 52 for they, both power and act MS. B. 54 for them, they in it S. L. 1828, 1829. 59 lay] song MSS. W., B. 61 foll. 53 them] them S. L. 1828, 1829. 58 lay] song MSS. W., B. Dear shall it be to every human heart, To one cast forth, whose hope had seem'd to die 5 10 The pulses of my being beat anew: And even as Life returns upon the drowned, And fears self-willed, that shunned the eye of Hope; That way no more! and ill beseems it me, To wander back on such unhealthful road, And ill Such intertwine beseems triumphal wreaths Nor do thou, Sage Bard! impair the memory of that hour Nor let my words import more blame than needs. 11. 5-6 ll. 11, 12 Mid strangers pining with untended wounds. O Friend, too well thou know'st, of what sad years 15 The long suppression had benumb'd my soul, Keen pangs, &c. MSS. B, W with the following variants: As a dear woman's voice to one cast forth 73 thee] thee S. L. 1828, 1829. 82 thy] thy S. L. 1828, 1829. 74 Strewed] Strewn MS. B., 1828, 1829 Thou too, Friend! memory of that hour MS. W. Thou too, Friend! the memory of that Hour MS. B. Where Wisdom's voice has found a listening heart. The Halcyon hears the voice of vernal hours Eve following eve, Dear tranquil time, when the sweet sense of Home And when-O Friend! my comforter and guide! And thy deep voice had ceased-yet thou thyself 90 95 100 105 110 A beautiful white cloud of Foam at momentary intervals coursed by the side of the Vessel with a Roar, and little stars of flame danced and sparkled and went out in it: and every now and then light detachments of this white cloud-like foam dashed off from the vessel's side, each with its own small constellation, over the Sea, and scoured out of sight like a Tartar Troop over a wilderness.' The Friend, p. 220. [From Satyrane's First Letter, published in The Friend, No. 14, Nov. 23, 1809.] 93 Becomes most sweet! hours for their own sake hail'd MS. W. 98 my] her MS. B. 102 and] my MSS. W., B. 106 my] mine MSS. W., B. (All whom I deepliest love-in one room all !) MSS. W., B. AN ANGEL VISITANT 1 WITHIN these circling hollies woodbine-clad- ? 1801. RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE 2 I How warm this woodland wild Recess ! II Eight springs have flown, since last I lay And high o'er head the sky-lark shrills. 5 10 1 First published in Literary Remains, 1836, i. 280. First collected in P. and D. W., 1877-80. The title was prefixed to the Poems of Coleridge (illustrated edition), 1907. This 'exquisite fragment... was probably composed as the opening of Recollections of Love, and abandoned on account of a change of metre.'-Editor's Note, 1893 (p. 635). It is in no way a translation, but the thought or idea was suggested by one of the German stanzas which Coleridge selected and copied into one of his Notebooks as models or specimens of various metres. 2 First published in Sibylline Leaves, 1817: included in 1828, 1829, and 1834. It is impossible to fix the date of composition, though internal evidence points to July, 1807, when Coleridge revisited Stowey after a long absence. The first stanza, a variant of the preceding fragment, is introduced into a prose fancy, entitled 'Questions and Answers in the Court of Love', of uncertain date, but perhaps written at Malta in 1805. A first draft of stanzas 1-4 (vide supra) is included in the collection of metrical experiments and metrical schemes, modelled on German and Italian originals, which seems to have been begun in 1801, with a view to a projected 'Essay on Metre'. Stanzas 5, 6 are not contemporary with stanzas 1-4, and, perhaps, date from 1814, 1815, when Sibylline Leaves were being prepared for the press. 1807. III No voice as yet had made the air IV As when a mother doth explore V You stood before me like a thought, A dream remembered in a dream. But when those meek eyes first did seem O Greta, dear domestic stream! VI Has not, since then, Love's prompture deep, Sole voice, when other voices sleep, 15 20 25 30 TO TWO SISTERS' [MARY MORGAN AND CHARLOTTE BRENT] A WANDERER'S FAREWELL To know, to esteem, to love,-and then to part- O'er which my spirit, like the mother dove, O fair! O kind! 5 1 First published in The Courier, December 10, 1807, with the signature SIESTI. First collected in P. and D. W., 1877-80. The following |