Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Two Long Vacations: GrasmereArthur Gray Butler (18311909)
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Two! What are those remaining?
Ghosts of the Past, with cloud o’ercast,
Cloud that is always raining!
Like faithful hound returning
For old sake’s sake to each loved track,
With heart and memory burning;
There was our humble dwelling;
There o’er the Raise of Dunmail showed
The shoulder of Helvellyn;
Whence flow’d the white stream under;
And glens with echoing torrent loud,
And cataracts’ distant thunder;
Beneath our old house rafter;
And seven men’s forms crept round about
With peals of ghostly laughter;
And fuchsia and rose grew rank;
And the woodbine wept as the rain pour’d on;
And ferns spread over the bank;
Of Easedale’s cascade falling;
And hearing, after-born of sight,
No longer heard it calling.
Where flowers make silence sweet,
By pilgrims worn, that rocky stair!
Look up! It is Wordsworth’s seat.
He read all nature plain;
And saw more things in earth and skies
Than will ever be seen again.
And peace, from a world’s wild din;
And, would we know the soul of earth,
He bade us look within.
Weeds spread, and all grow rotten;
But something lives from days of yore,
Still fresh, still unforgotten:
The dreams of life’s young morning:
In that dark hour I found their power
Still in the embers burning.
And you resolves forsaken,
Befriend me still! A new-born will
Trusts in you newly taken.
In age still wisdom gaining?
The clouds descend; ah, bid them blend
With fires of youth remaining!