For ever shattered and the same for ever? Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest? Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow 50 Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing ye meadow-streams with gladsome voice! 60 Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of This populous village! Sea, and hill, and wood, With all the numberless goings-on of life, By its own moods interprets, everywhere And makes a toy of Thought. 20 Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds, Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags: so shalt thou see and hear The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy God 60 Utters, who from eternity doth teach Himself in all, and all things in himself Great universal Teacher! he shall mould Thy spirit, and by giving make it ask. Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eavedrops fall Heard only in the trances of the blast, DEJECTION: AN ODE [Written April 4, 1802] 70 I It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life whose fountains are within. IV O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud! Nought cared this body for wind or weather When Youth and I lived in 't together. O the joys, that came down showerlike, Of Friendship, Love, and Liberty, Ere I was old? Ah woful Ere, Which tells me, Youth's no longer here! O Youth! for years so many and sweet, Dew-drops are the gems of morning, WORK WITHOUT HOPE 20 30 40 |