[Variant 3:
1820.
... in this, our natal spot, 1800.]
[Variant 4:
1815.
... wreath ... 1800.]
[Variant 5:
1836.
... Winter"s day, 1800.]
[Variant 6:
1840.
The stream came thundering down the dell And gallop"d loud and fast; 1800.
The Torrent thundered down the dell With unabating haste; 1815.
With aggravated haste; 1827.
The Stream came thundering down the dell 1836.]
FOOTNOTES ON THE TEXT
[Footnote A: Compare "The Ancient Mariner" (part I. stanza II.):
And now the Storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong.
Ed.]
[Footnote B: Compare "A Farewell", p. 325, l. 17.--Ed.]
The spot referred to in this poem can be identified with perfect accuracy. The Eglantine grew on the little brook that runs past two cottages (close to the path under Nab Scar), which have been built since the poet"s time, and are marked Brockstone on the Ordnance Map.
"The plant itself of course has long disappeared: but in following up the rill through the copse, above the cottages, I found an unusually large Eglantine, growing by the side of the stream."
(Dr Cradock to the editor, in 1877.) It still grows luxuriantly there.
The following extract from Dorothy Wordsworth"s Journal ill.u.s.trates both this and the next poem:
"Friday, 23rd April 1802.--It being a beautiful morning, we set off at eleven o"clock, intending to stay out of doors all the morning. We went towards Rydal, under Nab Scar. The sun shone and we were lazy.
Coleridge pitched upon several places to sit down upon; but we could not be all of one mind respecting sun and shade, so we pushed on to the foot of the Scar. It was very grand when we looked up, very stony; here and there a budding tree. William observed that the umbrella Yew-tree that b.r.e.a.s.t.s the wind had lost its character as a tree, and had become like solid wood. Coleridge and I pushed on before. We left William sitting on the stones, feasting with silence, and I sat down upon a rocky seat, a couch it might be, under the Bower of William"s "Eglantine," "Andrew"s Broom." He was below us, and we could see him.
He came to us, and repeated his Poems, while we sat beside him. We lingered long, looking into the vales; Ambleside Vale, with the copses, the village under the hill, and the green fields; Rydale, with a lake all alive and glittering, yet but little stirred by breezes; and our own dear Grasmere, making a little round lake of Nature"s own, with never a house, never a green field, but the copses and the bare hills enclosing it, and the river flowing out of it. Above rose the Coniston Fells, in their own shape and colour, ... the sky, and the clouds, and a few wild creatures. Coleridge went to search for something new. We saw him climbing up towards a rock. He called us, and we found him in a bower,--the sweetest that was ever seen. The rock on one side is very high, and all covered with ivy, which hung loosely about, and bore bunches of brown berries. On the other side, it was higher than my head. We looked down on the Ambleside vale, that seemed to wind away from us, the village lying under the hill. The fir tree island was reflected beautifully.... About this bower there is mountain-ash, common ash, yew tree, ivy, holly, hawthorn, roses, flowers, and a carpet of moss. Above at the top of the rock there is another spot. It is scarce a bower, a little parlour, not enclosed by walls, but shaped out for a resting-place by the rocks, and the ground rising about it. It had a sweet moss carpet. We resolved to go and plant flowers, in both these places to-morrow."
This extract is taken from the "Journal" as originally transcribed by me in 1889. When it appears in this edition it will be greatly enlarged.--Ed.
THE OAK AND THE BROOM
A PASTORAL
Composed 1800.--Published 1800
[Suggested upon the mountain pathway that leads from Upper Rydal to Grasmere. The ponderous block of stone, which is mentioned in the poem, remains, I believe, to this day, a good way up Nab-Scar. Broom grows under it, and in many places on the side of the precipice.--I.F.]
One of the "Poems of the Fancy."--Ed.
I His simple truths did Andrew glean Beside the babbling rills; A careful student he had been Among the woods and hills.
One winter"s night, when through the trees 5 The wind was roaring, [1] on his knees His youngest born did Andrew hold: And while the rest, a ruddy quire, Were seated round their blazing fire, This Tale the Shepherd told. 10
II "I saw a crag, a lofty stone As ever tempest beat!
Out of its head an Oak had grown, A Broom out of its feet.
The time was March, a cheerful noon--15 The thaw wind, with the breath of June, Breathed gently from the warm south-west: When, in a voice sedate with age, This Oak, a giant and a sage, [2]
His neighbour thus addressed:--20