It was the last death-shriek. - A few (my soul oft sees that sight) Six weeks beneath the moving sea 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, The neighborhood of grove and field The birds shall sing and ocean make And thou, sweet flower, shalt sleep and wake 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 a 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! 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, Here did we stop; and here looked round For that last thought of parting Friends Hidden was Grasmere Vale from sight, And he hath feeling of a day Of blessedness to come. IV. Full soon in sorrow did I weep, Taught that the mutual hope was dust, In sorrow, but for higher trust, How miserably deep! All vanished in a single word, A breath, a sound, and scarcely heard. Sea, ship,-drowned,-shipwreck, so it came, The meek, the brave, the good, was gone; Vas nothing but a name. V. That was indeed a parting! O. Glad am I, glad that it is past! But they as well as I have gains ;- To comfort and to peace. VI. He would have loved thy modest grace, Meek Flower! To him I would have said, "It grows upon its native bed Beside our Parting-place; There, cleaving to the ground, it lies, With multitude of purple eyes, Spangling a cushion green like moss; But we will see it, joyful tide! The mountain we will cross." VII. - Brother and friend, if verse of mine Have power to make thy virtues known, Here let a monumental Stone Stand, sacred as a Shrine; And to the few who pass this way, Traveller or Shepherd, let it say, Long as these mighty rocks endure, - On any earthly hope, however pure! * IX. SONNET. WHY should we weep or mourn, Angelic Boy, For such thou wert ere from our sight removed, Holy, and ever dutiful, - beloved From day to day with never-ceasing joy, And hopes as dear as could the heart employ But Heaven is now, blest Child, thy Spirit's home: Surely a sweet remembrancer of thee. 1846. The plant alluded to is the Moss Campion (Silene acaulis of Linnæus). See note at the end of the volume. See, among the Poems on the "Naming of Places," No. VI. |