Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. IV. The Nineteenth Century: Wordsworth to Rossetti
William Wordsworth (17701850)To [Miss Blackett], on Her First Ascent to the Summit of Helvellyn
I
Thou hast clomb aloft, and gazed
From the watch-towers of Helvellyn;
Awed, delighted, and amazed!
Not unwilling to obey:
For blue Ether’s arms, flung round thee,
Stilled the pantings of dismay.
What a vast abyss is there!
Lo! the clouds, the solemn shadows,
And the glistenings—heavenly fair!
Which a thousand ridges yield;
Ridge, and gulf, and distant ocean
Gleaming like a silver shield!
Alps or Andes—they are thine!
With the morning’s roseate Spirit,
Sweep their length of snowy line;
In the gorgeous colours drest
Flung from off the purple pinions,
Evening spreads throughout the west!
Warbling in each sparry vault
Of the untrodden lunar mountains;
Listen to their songs!—or halt,
Whither spiteful Satan steered;
Or descend where the ark alighted,
When the green earth re-appeared;
As was witnessed through thine eye
Then when old Helvellyn won thee
To confess their majesty!