I interposed, though loth to speak, and said, "Can it be thus among so small a band As ye must needs be here? in such a place I would not willingly, methinks, lose sight Of a departing cloud."- "'T was not for love" Answered the sick Man with a careless voice "That I came hither; neither have I found Among associates who have power of speech, Nor in such other converse as is here, Temptation so prevailing as to change That mood, or undermine my first resolve." Then, speaking in like careless sort, he said That seems by Nature hollowed out to be Of past discussions with this zealous friend May fairly claim, by niggard age enriched I talk and ye are standing in the sun Without refreshment!" Quickly had he spoken, And, with light steps still quicker than his words, Led toward the Cottage. Homely was the spot; And, to my feeling, ere we reached the door, Had almost a forbidding nakedness; We had looked down upon it. All within, And reached a small apartment dark and low, Which was no sooner entered than our Said gayly, "This is my domain, my cell, So, with more ardor than an unripe girl Left one day mistress of her mother's stores, He went about his hospitable task. less, And pleased I looked upon my grayhaired Friend, And was itself half-covered with a store Of dainties, -oaten bread, curd, cheese, and cream; And cakes of butter curiously embossed, Butter that had imbibed from meadowflowers A golden hue, delicate as their own Faintly reflected in a lingering stream. Nor lacked, for more delight on that warm day, Our table, small parade of garden fruits, And whortle-berries from the mountain side. The Child, who long ere this had stilled his sobs, Was now a help to his late comforter, And moved, a willing Page, as he was bid, Ministering to our need. In genial mood, While at our pastoral banquet thus we sate Fronting the window of that little cell, I could not, ever and anon, forbear To glance an upward look on two huge Peaks That from some other vale peered into this. "Those lusty twins," exclaimed our host, "if here And have an answer - thither come, and shape A language not unwelcome to sick hearts And idle spirits:—there the sun himself, At the calm close of summer's longest day, Rests his substantial orb; - between those heights And on the top of either pinnacle, More keenly than elsewhere in night's blue vault, Sparkle the stars, as of their station proud. Thoughts are not busier in the mind of man Than the mute agents stirring there: alone Here do I sit and watch A fall of voice, Regretted like the nightingale's last note, Islanders 'mid a stormy mountain sea, We are not so; - perpetually we touch Upon the vulgar ordinances of the world; And he, whom this our cottage hath to-day Relinquished, lived dependent for his bread Upon the laws of public charity. The Housewife, tempted by such slender gains As might from that occasion be distilled, Opened, as she before had done for me, Her doors to admit this homeless Pensioner; The portion gave of coarse but wholesome fare Which appetite required a blind dull nook, Such as she had, the kennel of his rest! This, in itself not ill, would yet have been Ill borne in earlier life; but his was now The still contentedness of seventy years. Calm did he sit under the wide-spread tree Of his old age: and yet less calm and meek, Winningly meek or venerably calm, For spendthrift feats, excesses of his prime. But he was a cheap pleasure to my eyes; Our housewife knew full well what she possessed! Hath not completed since our dame, the queen Of this one cottage and this lonely dale, Were hidden, and black vapors coursed their sides; This had I seen, and saw; but, till she spake, Was wholly ignorant that my ancient Friend Who at her bidding, early and alone, Had clomb aloft to delve the moorland turf Without remission of the blast or shower, And fears for our own safety drove us home. I, who weep little, did, I will confess, The moment I was seated here alone, Honor my little cell with some few tears Which anger and resentment could not dry. All night the storm endured; and, soon as help And self-withdrawn into a boundless depth, Far sinking into splendor - without end! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted; here, serene pavilions bright, In avenues disposed; there, towers begirt With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars- - illumination of all gems! Had been collected from the neighboring By earthly nature had the effect been vale, With morning we renewed our quest: the wind Was fallen, the rain abated, but the hills Of a small chapel, where, in ancient time, height) We there espied the object of our search, Lying full three parts buried among tufts Of heath-plant, under and above him strewn, To baffle, as he might, the watery storm: And there we found him breathing peaceably, Snug as a child that hides itself in sport 'Mid a green hay-cock in a sunny field. We spake - he made reply, but would not stir At our entreaty; less from want of power Than apprehension and bewildering thoughts. So was he lifted gently from the ground, And with their freight homeward the shepherds moved Through the dull mist, I following - when a step, A single step, that freed me from the skirts Was of a mighty city-boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far wrought Upon the dark materials of the storm Now pacified; on them, and on the coves And mountain steeps and summits, where unto The vapors had receded, taking there Clouds of all tincture, rocks and sapphire sky, Confused, commingled, mutually inflamed, Of open court, an object like a throne seen To implements of ordinary use, But vast in size, in substance glorified; Such as by Hebrew Prophets were beheld In vision-forms uncouth of mightiest power For admiration and mysterious awe. And now I live! Oh! wherefore do I live?' And with that pang I prayed to be no more! |