A
[Vide _ante_, p. 100]
EFFUSION 35
Clevedon, August 20th, 1795.[1021:1]
(First Draft)
My pensive SARA! thy soft Cheek reclin"d Thus on my arm, how soothing sweet it is Beside our Cot to sit, our Cot o"ergrown With white-flowr"d Jasmine and the blossom"d myrtle, (Meet emblems they of Innocence and Love!) 5 And watch the Clouds, that late were rich with light, Slow-sad"ning round, and mark the star of eve Serenely brilliant, like thy polish"d Sense, Shine opposite! What s.n.a.t.c.hes of perfume The noiseless gale from yonder bean-field wafts! 10 The stilly murmur of the far-off Sea Tells us of Silence! and behold, my love!
In the half-closed window we will place the Harp, Which by the desultory Breeze caress"d, Like some coy maid half willing to be woo"d, 15 Utters such sweet upbraidings as, perforce, Tempt to repeat the wrong!
[_M. R._]
EFFUSION, p. 96. (1797.)
(Second Draft)
My pensive SARA! thy soft Cheek reclin"d Thus on my arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside our Cot, our Cot o"ergrown With white-flower"d Jasmin, and the broad-leav"d Myrtle (Meet emblems they of Innocence and Love!) 5 And watch the Clouds that, late were rich with light, Slow-sadd"ning round, and mark the Star of eve Serenely brilliant (such should WISDOM be!) Shine opposite. How exquisite the Scents s.n.a.t.c.h"d from yon Bean-field! And the world _so_ hush"d! 10 The stilly murmur of the far-off Sea Tells us of Silence! And that simplest Lute Plac"d lengthways in the clasping cas.e.m.e.nt, hark!
How by the desultory Breeze caress"d (Like some coy Maid half-yielding to her Lover) 15 It pours such sweet Upbraidings, as must needs Tempt to repeat the wrong. And now it"s strings Boldlier swept, the long sequacious notes Over delicious Surges sink and rise In aery voyage, Music such as erst 20 Round rosy bowers (so Legendaries tell) To sleeping Maids came floating witchingly By wand"ring West winds stoln from Faery land; Where on some magic Hybla MELODIES Round many a newborn honey-dropping Flower 25 Footless and wild, like Birds of Paradise, Nor pause nor perch, warbling on untir"d wing.
And thus, my Love! as on the midway Slope Of yonder Hill I stretch my limbs at noon And tranquil muse upon Tranquillity. 30 Full many a Thought uncall"d and undetain"d And many idle flitting Phantasies Traverse my indolent and pa.s.sive Mind As wild, as various, as the random Gales That swell or flutter on this subject Lute. 35 And what if All of animated Life Be but as Instruments diversly fram"d That tremble into thought, while thro" them breathes One infinite and intellectual Breeze, And all in diff"rent Heights so aptly hung, 40 That Murmurs indistinct and Bursts sublime, Shrill Discords and most soothing Melodies, Harmonious from Creation"s vast concent-- Thus _G.o.d_ would be the universal Soul, Mechaniz"d matter as th" organic harps 45 And each one"s Tunes be that, which each calls I.
But thy more serious Look a mild Reproof Darts, O beloved Woman, and thy words Pious and calm check these unhallow"d Thoughts, These Shapings of the unregen"rate Soul, 50 Bubbles, that glitter as they rise and break On vain Philosophy"s aye-babbling Spring: Thou biddest me walk humbly with my G.o.d!
Meek Daughter in the family of Christ.
Wisely thou sayest, and holy are thy words! 55 Nor may I unblam"d or speak or think of Him, Th" INCOMPREHENSIBLE! save when with Awe I praise him, and with Faith that inly feels, Who with his saving Mercies healed me, A sinful and most miserable man 60 Wilder"d and dark, and gave me to possess PEACE and this COT, and THEE, my best-belov"d!
[_MS. R._]
FOOTNOTES:
[1021:1] Now first published from Cottle"s MSS. preserved in the Library of Rugby School.
LINENOTES:
[40-43]
In diff"rent heights, so aptly hung, that all In half-heard murmurs and loud bursts sublime, Shrill discords and most soothing melodies, Raises one great concent--one concent formed, Thus G.o.d, the only universal Soul--
Alternative version, MS. R.
B
RECOLLECTION[1023:1]
[Vide _ante_, pp. 53, 48]
As the tir"d savage, who his drowsy frame Had bask"d beneath the sun"s unclouded flame, Awakes amid the troubles of the air, The skiey deluge and white lightning"s glare, Aghast he scours before the tempest"s sweep, 5 And sad recalls the sunny hour of sleep!
So tost by storms along life"s wild"ring way Mine eye reverted views that cloudless day, When by my native brook I wont to rove, While HOPE with kisses nurs"d the infant LOVE! 10
Dear native brook! like peace so placidly Smoothing thro" fertile fields thy current meek-- Dear native brook! where first young POESY Star"d wildly eager in her noon-tide dream; Where blameless Pleasures dimpled Quiet"s cheek, 15 As water-lilies _ripple_ thy slow stream!
How many various-fated years have past, What blissful and what anguish"d hours, since last I skimm"d the smooth thin stone along thy breast Numb"ring its light leaps! Yet so deep imprest 20 Sink the sweet scenes of childhood, that mine eyes I never shut amid the sunny blaze, But strait, with all their tints, thy waters rise, The crossing plank, and margin"s willowy maze, And bedded sand, that, vein"d with various dyes, 25 Gleam"d thro" thy bright transparence to the gaze-- Ah! fair tho" faint those forms of memory seem Like Heaven"s bright bow on thy smooth evening stream.
FOOTNOTES:
[1023:1] First published in _The Watchman_, No. V, April 2, 1796: reprinted in Note 39 (p. 566) of _P. W._, 1892. The Editor (J. D.
Campbell) points out that this poem as printed in _The Watchman_ is made up of lines 71-86 of _Lines on an Autumnal Evening_ (vide _ante_, p.
53), of lines 2-11 of _Sonnet to the River Otter_, and of lines 13, 14 of _The Gentle Look_, and _Anna and Harland_.
C
THE DESTINY OF NATIONS
[Add. (_MSS._) 34,225. f. 5. Vide _ante_, p. 131.]
[DRAFT I]
Auspicious Reverence! Hush all meaner song, Till we the deep prelusive strain have pour"d To the Great Father, only Rightful King, Eternal Father! king omnipotent; Beneath whose shadowing banners wide-unfurl"d 5 Justice leads forth her tyrant-quelling Hosts.
Such Symphony demands best Instrument.
Seize, then, my Soul, from Freedom"s trophied dome The harp which hanging high between the shields Of Brutus and Leonidas, oft gives 10 A fitful music, when with breeze-like Touch Great Spirits pa.s.sing thrill its wings: the Bard Listens and knows, thy will to work by Fame.
For what is Freedom, but the unfetter"d use Of all the powers which G.o.d for use had given? 15 But chiefly this, him first to view, him last, Thro" shapes, and sounds, and all the world of sense, The change of empires, and the deeds of Man Translucent, as thro" clouds that veil the Light.
But most, O Man! in thine in wasted Sense 20 And the still growth of Immortality Image of G.o.d, and his Eternity.
But some there are who deem themselves most wise When they within this gross and visible sphere Chain down the winged thought, scoffing ascent 25 Proud in their meanness--and themselves they mock With noisy emptiness of learned phrase Their subtle fluids, impacts, essences, Self-working tools, uncaused effects, and all Those blind Omniscients, those Almighty Slaves, 30 Untenanting Creation of its G.o.d!
But properties are G.o.d: the Naked Ma.s.s (If Ma.s.s there be, at best a guess obscure,) Acts only by its inactivity.
Here we pause humbly. Others boldlier dream, 35 That as one body is the Aggregate Of Atoms numberless, each organiz"d, So by a strange and dim similitude Infinite myriads of self-conscious minds Form one all-conscious Spirit, who controlls 40 With absolute ubiquity of Thought All his component Monads: linked Minds, Each in his own sphere evermore evolving Its own entrusted powers--Howe"er this be, Whether a dream presumptious, caught from earth 45 And earthly form, or vision veiling Truth, Yet the Omnific Father of all Worlds G.o.d in G.o.d immanent, the eternal Word, That gives forth, yet remains--Sun, that at once Dawns, rises, sets and crowns the Height of Heaven, 50 Great general Agent in all finite souls, Doth in that action put on finiteness, For all his Thoughts are acts, and every act A Being of Substance; G.o.d impersonal, Yet in all worlds impersonate in all, 55 Absolute Infinite, whose dazzling robe Flows in rich folds, and darts in shooting Hues Of infinite Finiteness! he rolls each orb Matures each planet, and Tree, and spread thro" all Wields all the Universe of Life and Thought, 60 [Yet leaves to all the Creatures meanest, highest, Angelic Right, self-conscious Agency--]
[_Note._ The last two lines of Draft I are erased.]
[DRAFT II]
Auspicious Reverence! Hush all meaner song, Ere we the deep prelusive strain have pour"d To the Great Father, only Rightful king All-gracious Father, king Omnipotent!
Mind! co-eternal Word! forth-breathing Sound! 5 Aye unconfounded: undivided Trine-- Birth and Procession; ever re-incircling Act!