Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. IV. The Nineteenth Century: Wordsworth to Rossetti
William Wordsworth (17701850)Expostulation and Reply
‘W
Thus for the length of half a day,
Why, William, sit you thus alone,
And dream your time away?
To Beings else forlorn and blind!
Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed
From dead men to their kind.
As if she for no purpose bore you;
As if you were her first-born birth,
And none had lived before you!’
When life was sweet, I knew not why,
To me my good friend Matthew spake,
And thus I made reply.
We cannot bid the ear be still;
Our bodies feel, where’er they be,
Against or with our will.
Which of themselves our minds impress;
That we can feed this mind of ours
In a wise passiveness.
Of things for ever speaking,
That nothing of itself will come,
But we must still be seeking!
Conversing as I may,
I sit upon this old grey stone,
And dream my time away.’