[Variant 11:
1836.
Said they, "He"s neither maim"d nor scarr"d"--1800.]
FOOTNOTES ON THE TEXT
[Footnote A: "Ghyll", in the dialect of c.u.mberland and Westmoreland is a short and for the most part a steep narrow valley, with a stream running through it. "Force" is the word universally employed in these dialects for Waterfall.--W. W. 1800.
"Ghyll" was spelt "Gill" in the editions of 1800 to 1805.--Ed.]
[Footnote B: Compare the "Ode, Intimations of Immortality", iv. l. 3 (vol. viii.)--Ed.]
THE PET-LAMB
A PASTORAL
Composed 1800.--Published 1800
[Written at Town-end, Grasmere. Barbara Lewthwaite, now living at Ambleside (1843), though much changed as to beauty, was one of two most lovely sisters. Almost the first words my poor brother John said, when he visited us for the first time at Grasmere, were, "Were those two Angels that I have just seen?" and from his description, I have no doubt they were those two sisters. The mother died in childbed; and one of our neighbours at Grasmere told me that the loveliest sight she had ever seen was that mother as she lay in her coffin with her babe in her arm.
I mention this to notice what I cannot but think a salutary custom once universal in these vales. Every attendant on a funeral made it a duty to look at the corpse in the coffin before the lid was closed, which was never done (nor I believe is now) till a minute or two before the corpse was removed. Barbara Lewthwaite was not in fact the child whom I had seen and overheard as described in the poem. I chose the name for reasons implied in the above; and here will add a caution against the use of names of living persons. Within a few months after the publication of this poem, I was much surprised, and more hurt, to find it in a child"s school book, which, having been compiled by Lindley Murray, had come into use at Grasmere School where Barbara was a pupil; and, alas! I had the mortification of hearing that she was very vain of being thus distinguished; and, in after life she used to say that she remembered the incident, and what I said to her upon the occasion.--I.
F.]
Included among the "Poems referring to the Period of Childhood."--Ed.
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink; I heard a voice; it said, "Drink, pretty creature, drink!"
And, looking o"er the hedge, before me I espied A snow white mountain-lamb with a Maiden at its side.
Nor sheep nor kine [1] were near; the lamb was all alone, 5 And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone; With one knee on the gra.s.s did the little Maiden kneel, While to that mountain-lamb she gave its evening meal.
The lamb, while from her hand he thus his supper took, Seemed to feast with head and ears; and his tail with pleasure shook.
"Drink, pretty creature, drink," she said in such a tone That I almost received her heart into my own.
"Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite, a child of beauty rare!
I watched them with delight, they were a lovely pair.
Now with her empty can the Maiden turned away: 15 But ere ten yards were gone her footsteps did she stay.
Right towards the lamb she looked; and from a shady place [2]
I un.o.bserved could see the workings of her face: If Nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring, Thus, thought I, to her lamb that little Maid might sing: 20
"What ails thee, young One? what? Why pull so at thy cord?
Is it not well with thee? well both for bed and board?
Thy plot of gra.s.s is soft, and green as gra.s.s can be; Rest, little young One, rest; what is"t that aileth thee?
"What is it thou wouldst seek? What is wanting to thy heart? 25 Thy limbs are they not strong? And beautiful thou art: This gra.s.s is tender gra.s.s; these flowers they have no peers; And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears!
"If the sun be [3] shining hot, do but stretch thy woollen chain, This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain; 30 For rain and mountain-storms! the like thou need"st not fear, The rain and storm are things that [4] scarcely can come here.
"Rest, little young One, rest; thou hast forgot the day When my father found thee first in places far away; Many flocks were [5] on the hills, but thou wert owned by none, 35 And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone.
"He took thee in his arms, and in pity brought thee home: A blessed day for thee! then whither wouldst thou roam?
A faithful nurse thou hast; the dam that did thee yean Upon the mountain tops no kinder could have been. 40
"Thou know"st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran; And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
"Thy limbs will shortly be twice as stout as they are now, 45 Then I"ll yoke thee to my cart like a pony in the plough; My playmate thou shalt be; and when the wind is cold Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall be thy fold.
"It will not, will not rest!--Poor creature, can it be That "tis thy mother"s heart which is working so in thee? [6] 50 Things that I know not of belike to thee are dear, And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear.
"Alas, the mountain-tops that look so green and fair!
I"ve heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play, 55 When they are angry, roar like lions for their prey.
"Here thou need"st not dread the raven in the sky; Night and day thou art safe,--our cottage is hard by.
Why bleat so after me? Why pull so at thy chain?
Sleep--and at break of day I will come to thee again!" [7] 60
--As homeward through the lane I went with lazy feet, This song to myself did I oftentimes repeat; And it seemed, as I retraced the ballad line by line, That but half of it was hers, and one half of it was _mine_. [8]
Again, and once again, did I repeat the song; 65 "Nay," said I, "more than half to the damsel [9] must belong, For she looked with such a look, and she spake with such a tone, That I almost received her heart into my own."
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