"THE SUN HAS LONG BEEN SET"
Composed June 8, 1802.--Published 1807
[This _Impromptu_ appeared, many years ago, among the Author"s poems, from which, in subsequent editions, it was excluded. [A] It is reprinted, at the request of the Friend in whose presence the lines were thrown off.--I.F.]
One of the "Evening Voluntaries."--Ed.
The sun has long been set, The stars are out by twos and threes, The little birds are piping yet Among the bushes and trees; [1]
There"s a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes, 5 And a far-off wind that rushes, And a sound of water that gushes, [2]
And the cuckoo"s sovereign cry Fills all the hollow of the sky.
Who would go "parading" 10 In London, "and masquerading," [B]
On such a night of June With that beautiful soft half-moon, And all these innocent blisses?
On such a night as this is! 15
VARIANTS ON THE TEXT
[Variant 1:
1807.
... and the trees; 1836.
The edition of 1837 returns to the text of 1807.]
[Variant 2:
1835.
And a noise of wind that rushes, With a noise of water that gushes; 1807.]
FOOTNOTES ON THE TEXT
[Footnote A: It appeared in 1807 as No. II. of "Moods of my own Mind,"
and not again till the publication of "Yarrow Revisited" in 1835.--Ed.]
[Footnote B: Compare:
"At operas and plays parading, Mortgaging, gambling, masquerading."
Burns, "The Two Dogs, a Tale", II. 124-5.--Ed.]
"June 8th (1802).--After tea William came out and walked, and wrote that poem, "The sun has long been set," etc. He walked on our own path, and wrote the lines; he called me into the orchard and there repeated them to me."
(Dorothy Wordsworth"s Journal.) The "Friend in whose presence the lines were thrown off," was his sister.--Ed.
COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, SEPTEMBER 3, 1802
Composed July 31, 1802.--Published 1807
[Written on the roof of a coach, on my way to France.--I.F.]
One of the "Miscellaneous Sonnets."--Ed.
Earth has not any thing to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul [1] who could pa.s.s by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, 5 Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; 10 Ne"er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear G.o.d! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
VARIANTS ON THE TEXT
[Variant 1:
1807.
... heart ... MS.]