But now ye shall be feasted with our best.' My eyes were busy, and my thoughts no less; A feast before us, and a courteous host In genial mood, While at our pastoral banquet thus we sate I could not ever and anon forbear To glance an upward look on two huge peaks, And well those lofty brethren bear their part With roaring sound, that ceases not to flow So do I call it, though it be the hand Of silence, though there be no voice; the clouds, More keenly than elsewhere in night's blue vault, With bright'ning face The Wanderer heard him speaking thus, and said, Their host, 'The Solitary,' or 'Recluse,' as he is styled in the poem, proceeds to narrate the history of the man whose funeral rites had just been performed. He was a pauper, dependent on parish relief. The housewife, tempted by the receipt of this scanty pittance, and knowing also how to turn his services to account, gave him food and shelter. The old man endured the drud gery thus imposed upon him with the still contentedness of seventy years.' At length, towards the close of a stormy day, when since noon the rain had fallen in torrents, and the mountain tops were hidden, and black vapours coursed their sides, the dame rushed into the Solitary's presence, saying, with rueful voice, that the old man, who, at her bidding, had early climbed the moorland height to delve for turf, had not come down to his noontide meal, and, she feared, lay at the mercy of the raging storm! 'Inhuman!' said I, ' was an old man's life Not worth the trouble of a thought? Alas! This notice comes too late.' At this crisis, however, he observed with joy the return of her husband from a distant vale, and sallying forth together, they found the tools which the neglected veteran had dropped, but looked for him in vain : they shouted, but no answer: darkness fell, and fears for their own safety drove them home. On the following morning, collecting help from the neighbouring vale, the search was renewed, long and hopelessly, until chancing to pass the roofless and bare ruin of a chapel which stood upon a central ridge, they espied, among this wreck of stones, the object of their search, couching in a corner, half-covered with heather which he had gathered. Gently lifting the old man from the ground, the shepherds bore him slowly home. Seeing the sufferer had escaped with life, the wily housewife made great show of joy, no doubt glad to find her good name spared. He lingered, however, scarce a month after this exposure. Such is the story which we have briefly given without interruption, but the narrator pauses before its close to describe, with wealth of eloquent imagery, a wondrous vision which arrested him. 'The shepherds homeward moved Through the dull mist, I following- when a step, A single step, that freed me from the skirts Of the blind vapour, open'd to my view Glory beyond all glory ever seen By waking sense or by the dreaming soul ! Though I am conscious that no power of words That gorgeous spectacle too bright and fair Even for remembrance; yet the attempt may give The appearance instantaneously disclosed, A wilderness of building - sinking far By earthly nature had the effect been wrought Their station under a cerulean sky. O, 'twas an unimaginable sight! Clouds, mists, streams, watery rocks, and emerald turf, Clouds of all tincture, rocks and sapphire sky, Confused, commingled, mutually inflamed, Molten together, and composing thus, Each lost in each, that marvellous array Stood fix'd; and fix'd resemblances were seen But vast in size, in substance glorified; In vision-forms uncouth of mightiest power, For admiration and mysterious awe. Swell'd in my breast. "I have been dead," I cried, "And now I live! Oh! wherefore do I live?" And with that pang I pray'd to be no more!' BOOK III. The third book opens with some charming imaginative descriptions of natural objects in the valley, which give rise to pleasurable emotions in the minds of the two visitors, but excite despondency in that of the Solitary, who rather contemptuously describes the occupations of the Geologist and Botanist. 'This earnest pair may range from hill to hill, Framed for enabling this penurious stream To turn a slender mill (that new-made plaything) |