In such an even balance, that the heart O gift divine of quiet sequestration! The hermit, exercised in prayer and praise, And feeding daily on the hope of heaven, Is happy in his vow, and fondly cleaves To life-long singleness; but happier far Was to your souls, and, to the thoughts of others, A thousand times more beautiful appeared, Your dual loneliness. The sacred tie Is broken; yet why grieve? for Time but holds His moiety in trust, till Joy shall lead To the blest world where parting is unknown. 1835. XVI. EXTEMPORE EFFUSION UPON THE DEATH OF JAMES HOGG. WHEN first, descending from the moorlands, I saw the stream of Yarrow glide Along a bare and open valley, The Ettrick Shepherd was my guide. When last along its banks I wandered, Their golden leaves upon the pathways, The mighty Minstrel breathes no longer, Nor has the rolling year twice measured, The rapt one, of the godlike forehead, Like clouds that rake the mountain-summits, Yet I, whose lids from infant slumber Our haughty life is crowned with darkness, Like London with its own black wreath, On which, with thee, O Crabbe! forth-looking, I gazed from Hampstead's breezy heath. As if but yesterday departed, Mourn rather for that holy Spirit, No more of old romantic sorrows, And Ettrick mourns with her their Poet dead.* Nov., 1835. XVII. INSCRIPTION FOR A MONUMENT IN CROSTHWAITE CHURCH, IN THE YE vales and hills whose beauty hither drew more *See Note. Shall Southey feed upon your precious lore, Whether he traced historic truth, with zeal ODE. INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD. The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. See Vol. I. p. 187. I. THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. VOL. V. II. The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose; The Moon doth with delight 12 |