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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512904" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To William Wordsworth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good !<br>Into my heart have I received that Lay<br>More than historic, that prophetic Lay<br>Wherein (high theme by thee first sung aright)<br>Of the foundations and the building up<br>Of a Human Spirit thou hast dared to tell<br>What may be told, to the understanding mind<br>Revealable ; and what within the mind<br>By vital breathings secret as the soul<br>Of vernal growth, oft quickens in the heart<br>Thoughts all too deep for words !--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Theme hard as high !<br>Of smiles spontaneous, and mysterious fears<br>(The first-born they of Reason and twin-birth),<br>Of tides obedient to external force,<br>And currents self-determined, as might seem,<br>Or by some inner Power ; of moments awful,<br>Now in thy inner life, and now abroad,<br>When power streamed from thee, and thy soul received<br>The light reflected, as a light bestowed--<br>Of fancies fair, and milder hours of youth,<br>Hyblean murmurs of poetic thought<br>Industrious in its joy, in vales and glens<br>Native or outland, lakes and famous hills !<br>Or on the lonely high-road, when the stars<br>Were rising ; or by secret mountain-streams,<br>The guides and the companions of thy way !</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of more than Fancy, of the Social Sense<br>Distending wide, and man beloved as man,<br>Where France in all her towns lay vibrating<br>Like some becalméd bark beneath the burst<br>Of Heaven's immediate thunder, when no cloud<br>Is visible, or shadow on the main.<br>For thou wert there, thine own brows garlanded,<br>Amid the tremor of a realm aglow,<br>Amid the mighty nation jubilant,<br>When from the general heart of human kind<br>Hope sprang forth like a full-born Diety !<br>--Of that dear Hope afflicted and struck down,<br>So summoned homeward, thenceforth calm and sure<br>From the dread watch-tower of man's absolute self,<br>With light unwaning on her eyes, to look<br>Far on--herself a glory to behold,<br>The Angel of the vision ! Then (last strain)<br>Of Duty, chosen Laws controlling choice,<br>Action and Joy !--An Orphic song indeed,<br>A song divine of high and passionate thoughts<br>To their own music chaunted !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O great Bard !<br>Ere yet that last strain dying awed the air,<br>With stedfast eye I viewed thee in the choir<br>Of ever-enduring men. The truly great<br>Have all one age, and from one visible space<br>Shed influence ! They, both in power and act,<br>Are permanent, and Time is not with them,<br>Save as it worketh for them, they in it.<br>Nor less a sacred Roll, than those of old,<br>And to be placed, as they, with gradual fame<br>Among the archives of mankind, thy work<br>Makes audible a linkéd lay of Truth,<br>Of Truth profound a sweet continuous lay,<br>Not learnt, but native, her own natural notes !<br>Ah ! as I listened with a heart forlorn,<br>The pulses of my being beat anew :<br>And even as Life returns upon the drowned,<br>Life's joy rekindling roused a throng of pains--<br>Keen pangs of Love, awakening as a babe<br>Turbulent, with an outcry in the heart ;<br>And Fears self-willed, that shunned the eye of Hope ;<br>And Hope that scarce would know itself from Fear ;<br>Sense of past Youth, and Manhood come in vain,<br>And Genius given, and Knowledge won in vain ;<br>And all which I had culled in wood-walks wild,<br>And all which patient toil had reared, and all,<br>Commune with thee had opened out--but flowers<br>Strewed on my corse, and borne upon my bier,<br>In the same coffin, for the self-same grave !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> That way no more ! and ill beseems it me,<br>Who came a welcomer in herald's guise,<br>Singing of Glory, and Futurity,<br>To wander back on such unhealthful road,<br>Plucking the poisons of self-harm ! And ill<br>Such intertwine beseems triumphal wreaths<br>Strew'd before thy advancing !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nor do thou,<br>Sage Bard ! impair the memory of that hour<br>Of thy communion with my nobler mind<br>By pity or grief, already felt too long !<br>Nor let my words import more blame than needs.<br>The tumult rose and ceased : for Peace is nigh<br>Where Wisdom's voice has found a listening heart.<br>Amid the howl of more than wintry storms,<br>The Halcyon hears the voice of vernal hours<br>Already on the wing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Eve following eve,<br>Dear tranquil time, when the sweet sense of Home<br>Is sweetest ! moments for their own sake hailed<br>And more desired, more precious, for thy song,<br>In silence listening, like a devout child,<br>My soul lay passive, by thy various strain<br>Driven as in surges now beneath the stars,<br>With momentary stars of my own birth,<br>Fair constellated foam, still darting off<br>Into the darkness ; now a tranquil sea,<br>Outspread and bright, yet swelling to the moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when--O Friend ! my comforter and guide !<br>Strong in thyself, and powerful to give strength !--<br>Thy long sustainéd Song finally closed,<br>And thy deep voice had ceased--yet thou thyself<br>Wert still before my eyes, and round us both<br>That happy vision of belovéd faces--<br>Scarce conscious, and yet conscious of its close<br>I sate, my being blended in one thought<br>(Thought was it ? or aspiration ? or resolve ?)<br>Absorbed, yet hanging still upon the sound--<br>And when I rose, I found myself in prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samuel+Taylor+Coleridge">Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a><div class=q>
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Into my heart have I received that Lay
More than historic, that prophetic Lay
Wherein (high theme by thee first sung aright)
Of the foundations and the building up
Of a Human Spirit thou hast dared to..."></div>
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