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And, if you can, the unwieldy toad
Into a path or public way
And sending upward sparkling light.
A love for things that have no feeling:
But like it, enjoy it, and thankfully eat.
Though one of a tribe that torment the house:
Remember she follows the law of her kind,
“I would not circumscribe your love:
It may soar with the eagle and brood with the dove,
“You love your father and your mother,
Your grown-up and your baby brother ;
The poem suggested by an island on Derwent-water, which is said to have been composed so late as the year 1842, shows that, if the date be correct, which is somewhat doubtful, Miss Wordsworth was at that time in full possession of her faculties. These lines, we are informed, she used to take pleasure in repeating during her last illness.
“Harmonious Powers with Nature work
“Once did I see a slip of earth
(By throbbing waves long undermined)
“ Might see it, from the mossy shore
Dissevered, float upon the Lake,
“Food, shelter, safety, there they find;
There berries ripen, flowerets bloom;
“ And thus through many seasons' space
This little Island may survive;
“Perchance when you are wandering forth
“Buried beneath the glittering Lake,
JOURNAL OF A TOUR AT ULLSWATER.
N the 7th of November, on a damp and gloomy
morning, we left Grasmere Vale, intending to pass a few days on the banks of Ullswater. A mild and dry autumn had been unusually favorable to the preservation and beauty of foliage ; and, far advanced as the season was, the trees on the larger island of Rydal Mere retained a splendor which did not need the heightening of sunshine. We noticed as we passed that the line of the gray 'rocky shore of that island, shaggy with variegated bushes and shrubs, and spotted and striped with purplish brown heath, indistinguishably blending with its image reflected in the still water, produced a curious resemblance, both in form and color, to a richly-coated caterpillar, as it might appear through a magnifying glass of extraordinary power. The mists gathered as we went along: but when we reached the top of Kirkstone, we were glad we had not been discouraged by the apprehension of bad weather. Though not able to see a hundred yards before us, we were more than contented. At such a
time, and in such a place, every scattered stone the size of one's head becomes a companion.
Near the top of the Pass is the remnant of an old wall, which (magnified, though obscured, by the vapor) might have been taken for a fragment of some monument of ancient grandeur — yet that same pile of stones we had never before even observed. This situation, it must be allowed, is not favorable to gayety; but a pleasing hurry of spirits accompanies the surprise occasioned by objects transformed, dilated or distorted, as they are when seen through such a medium. Many of the fragments of rock on the top and slopes of Kirkstone, and of similar places, are fantastic enough in themselves; but the full effect of such impressions can only be had in a state of weather when they are not likely to be sought for. It was not till we had descended considerably that the fields of Hartshop were seen, like a lake tinged by the reflection of sunny clouds. I mistook them for Brother's-water, but soon after we saw that lake gleaming faintly with a steely brightness,
— then as we continued to descend, appeared the brown oaks, and the birches of lively yellow, and the cottages, and the lowly Hall of Hartshop, with its long roof and ancient chimneys. During great part of our way to Patterdale we had rain, or rather drizzling vapor; for there was never a drop upon our hair or clothes larger than the smallest pearl upon a lady's ring.
The following morning incessant rain till eleven o'clock, when the sky began to clear, and we walked along the eastern shore of Ullswater towards the farm