TO THE UTILITARIANS. O sad it is, in sight of foreign shores, Hearths loved in childhood, and ancestral floors; To ruminate on that delightful home Which with the dear Betrothed was to come; Or came and was and is, yet meets the eye Or in a dream recalled, whose smoothest range A less imperious sympathy is due, Such as my verse now yields, while moonbeams play On the mute sea in this unruffled bay; Such as will promptly flow from every breast, Where good men, disappointed in the quest Of wealth and power and honours, long for rest; 331 TO THE UTILITARIANS. The following fragment occurs in a letter to Henry Crabbe Robinson, dated 5th May 1833. It has not been previously published. AVAUNT this economic rage! What would it bring ?-an iron age, 332 ADIEU, RYDALIAN LAURELS! THAT HAVE GROWN. And sway with absolute controul Wordsworth added, in the letter to Robinson, "Is the above intelligible? I fear not! I know, however, my own meaning, and that's enough for Manuscripts."-ED. POEMS, COMPOSED OR SUGGESTED DURING A TOUR, IN THE SUMMER OF 1833. [My companions were H. C. Robinson and my son John.] Having been prevented by the lateness of the season, in 1831, from visiting Staffa and Iona, the author made these the principal objects of a short tour in the summer of 1833, of which the following series of poems is a Memorial. The course pursued was down the Cumberland river Derwent, and to Whitehaven; thence (by the Isle of Man, where a few days were passed) up the Frith of Clyde to Greenock, then to Oban, Staffa, Iona; and back towards England by Loch Awe, Inverary, Loch Goil-head, Greenock, and through parts of Renfrewshire, Ayrshire, and Dumfries-shire to Carlisle, and thence up the river Eden, and homewards by Ullswater. I. ADIEU, Rydalian Laurels that have grown And spread as if ye knew that days might come On this fair Mount, a Poet of your own, One who ne'er ventured for a Delphic crown 333 WHY SHOULD THE ENTHUSIAST. To sue the God; but, haunting your green shade 1 To cheer the Itinerant on whom she pours II. WHY should the Enthusiast, journeying through this Isle, Repine as if his hour were come too late? Not unprotected in her mouldering state, Antiquity salutes him with a smile, 'Mid fruitful fields that ring with jocund toil, And pleasure-grounds where Taste, refined Co-mate Far as she may, primeval Nature's style. Fair Land by Time's parental love made free, With unexampled union meet in thee, If that be reverenced which ought to last.3 1 One who to win your emblematic crown MS. MS. MS. 2 3 1845. If what is rightly reverenced may last. 1835. * The yellow flowering poppy and the wild geranium. See the Poem Poor Robin, March 1840.-ED. III. THEY called Thee MERRY ENGLAND, in old time; A happy people won for thee that name And, spite of change, for me thou keep'st the same To the heart's fond belief; though some there are Which foolish birds are caught with. Can, I ask, For discontent, and poverty, and crime; These spreading towns a cloak for lawless will? IV. TO THE RIVER GRETA, NEAR KESWICK. Combat, while darkness aggravates the groans: 1 1837. May 1835. Many years ago, when I was at Greta Bridge, in Yorkshire, the hostess of the inn, proud of her skill in etymology, said, that "the name of the river was taken from the bridge, the form of which, as every one must notice, exactly resembled a great A." Dr Whitaker has derived it from the word of common occurrence in the north of England, "to greet ;" signifying to lament aloud, mostly with weeping: a conjecture rendered more probable from the stony and rocky channel of both the Cumberland and Yorkshire rivers. The Cumberland Greta, though it does not, among the country people, take up that name till within three miles of its dis TO THE RIVER GRETA, NEAR KESWICK. Heard on his rueful margin *) thence wert named For thy worst rage, forgotten. Oft as Spring Compare The Prelude, Book I. (see Vol. III., p. 139)— That one, the fairest of all rivers, loved And from his fords and shallows, sent a voice Make ceaseless music that composed my thoughts 335 -ED. appearance in the river Derwent, may be considered as having its source in the mountain cove of Wythburn, and flowing through Thirlmere, the beautiful features of which lake are known only to those who, travelling between Grasmere and Keswick, have quitted the main road in the vale of Wythburn, and, crossing over to the opposite side of the lake, have proceeded with it on the right hand. The channel of the Greta, immediately above Keswick, has, for the purposes of building, been in a great measure cleared of the immense stones which, by their concussion in high floods, produced the loud and awful noises described in the sonnet. "The scenery upon this river," says Mr Southey in his Colloquies, "where it passes under the woody side of Latrigg, is of the finest and most rememberable kind : : 'ambiguo lapsu refluitque fluitque, Occurrensque sibi venturas aspicit undas.’’ -W. W., 1835. * The Cocytus was a tributary of the Acheron, in Epirus, but was supposed to have some connection with the underworld, doubtless, as Wordsworth puts it, "from the moans Heard on his rueful margin." Compare Homer, Od. X., 513, and Virgil, Aen. VI., 295.-ED. |