The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge Volume II Part 210

And thou, O silent Form, alone and bare, Whom, as I lift again my head bow'd low In adoration, I again behold, And to thy summit upward from thy base 70 Sweep slowly with dim eyes suffus'd by tears, Awake, thou mountain form! rise, like a cloud!

Rise, like a cloud of incense, from the earth!

Thou kingly spirit thron'd among the hills, Thou dread amba.s.sador from Earth to Heav'n-- 75 Great hierarch, tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell the rising sun, Earth with her thousand voices calls on G.o.d!

?S??S?.

K

DEJECTION: AN ODE[1076:1]

[Vide _ante_, p. 362.]

[As first printed in the _Morning Post_, October 4, 1802.]

"Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon With the Old Moon in her arms; And I fear, I fear, my Master dear, We shall have a deadly storm."[1076:2]

BALLAD OF SIR PATRICK SPENCE.

LINENOTES:

Motto_--2 Moon] one Letter to S.

[4] There will be, &c. Letter to S.

DEJECTION:

AN ODE, WRITTEN APRIL 4, 1802.

I

Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made The grand Old ballad of SIR PATRICK SPENCE, This night; so tranquil now, will not go hence Unrous'd by winds, that ply a busier trade Than those, which mould yon cloud, in lazy flakes, 5 Or the dull sobbing draft, that drones and rakes Upon the strings of this olian lute, Which better far were mute.

For lo! the New Moon, winter-bright!

And overspread with phantom light, 10 (With swimming phantom light o'erspread, But rimm'd and circled by a silver thread) I see the Old Moon in her lap, foretelling The coming on of rain and squally blast: And O! that even now the gust were swelling, 15 And the slant night-show'r driving loud and fast!

Those sounds which oft have rais'd me, while they aw'd, And sent my soul abroad, Might now perhaps their wonted impulse give, Might startle this dull pain, and make it move and live! 20

II

A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpa.s.sion'd grief, Which finds no nat'ral outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear-- O EDMUND! in this wan and heartless mood, 25 To other thoughts by yonder throstle woo'd, All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the Western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow-green: And still I gaze--and with how blank an eye! 30 And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars; Those stars, that glide behind them, or between, Now sparkling, now bedimm'd, but always seen; Yon crescent moon, as fix'd as if it grew, 35 In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue, A boat becalm'd! a lovely sky-canoe!

I see them all so excellently fair-- I _see_, not _feel_ how beautiful they are!

III

My genial spirits fail; 40 And what can these avail, To lift the smoth'ring weight from off my breast?

It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: 45 I may not hope from outward forms to win The pa.s.sion and the life, whose fountains are within.

IV

O EDMUND! we receive but what we give, And in _our_ life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud! 50 And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world, _allow'd_ To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth, A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud 55 Enveloping the earth-- And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!

O pure of heart! Thou need'st not ask of me 60 What this strong music in the soul may be?

What, and wherein it doth exist, This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist, This beautiful and beauty-making pow'r?

Joy, virtuous EDMUND! joy that ne'er was given, 65 Save to the pure, and in their purest hour, Joy, EDMUND! is the spirit and the pow'r, Which wedding Nature to us gives in dow'r, A new Earth and new Heaven, Undream'd of by the sensual and the proud-- 70 JOY is the sweet voice, JOY the luminous cloud-- We, we ourselves rejoice!

And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light. 75

Yes, dearest EDMUND, yes!

There was a time that, tho' my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence fancy made me dreams of happiness: 80 For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seem'd mine.

But now afflictions bow me down to earth: Nor care I, that they rob me of my mirth, But oh! each visitation 85 Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of imagination.

[The Sixth and Seventh Stanzas omitted.]

VIII

O wherefore did I let it haunt my mind This dark distressful dream?

I turn from it, and listen to the wind 90 Which long has rav'd unnotic'd. What a scream Of agony, by torture, lengthen'd out, That lute sent forth! O wind, that rav'st without, Bare crag, or mountain-tairn[1079:1], or blasted tree, Or pine-grove, whither woodman never clomb, 95 Or lonely house, long held the witches' home, Methinks were fitter instruments for thee, Mad Lutanist! who, in this month of show'rs, Of dark-brown gardens, and of peeping flow'rs, Mak'st devil's yule, with worse than wintry song, 100 The blossoms, buds, and tim'rous leaves among.

Thou Actor, perfect in all tragic sounds!

Thou mighty Poet, ev'n to frenzy bold!

What tell'st thou now about?

'Tis of the rus.h.i.+ng of a host in rout, 105 With many groans of men, with smarting wounds-- At once they groan with pain, and shudder with the cold!

But hus.h.!.+ there is a pause of deepest silence!

And all that noise, as of a rus.h.i.+ng crowd, With groans, and tremulous shudderings--all is over! 110 It tells another tale, with sounds less deep and loud-- A tale of less affright.

And temper'd with delight, As EDMUND'S self had fram'd the tender lay-- 'Tis of a little child, 115 Upon a lonesome wild Not far from home; but she hath lost her way-- And now moans low, in utter grief and fear; And now screams loud, and hopes to make her mother _hear_!

IX

'Tis midnight, and small thoughts have I of sleep; 120 Full seldom may my friend such vigils keep!

Visit him, gentle Sleep, with wings of healing, And may this storm be but a mountain-birth, May all the stars hang bright above his dwelling, Silent, as though they _watch'd_ the sleeping Earth! 125 With light heart may he rise, Gay fancy, cheerful eyes, And sing his lofty song, and teach me to rejoice!

O EDMUND, friend of my devoutest choice, O rais'd from anxious dread and busy care, 130 By the immenseness of the good and fair Which thou see'st everywhere, Joy lifts thy spirit, joy attunes thy voice, To thee do all things live from pole to pole, Their life the eddying of thy living soul! 135 O simple spirit, guided from above, O lofty Poet, full of life and love, Brother and friend of my devoutest choice, Thus may'st thou ever, evermore rejoice!

?S??S?.

FOOTNOTES:

[1076:1] Collated with the text of the poem as sent to W. Sotheby in a letter dated July 19, 1802 (_Letters of S. T. C._, 1895, i. 379-84).

[1076:2] In the letter of July 19, 1802, the Ode is broken up and quoted in parts or fragments, ill.u.s.trative of the mind and feelings of the writer. 'Sickness,' he explains, 'first forced me into _downright metaphysics_. For I believe that by nature I have more of the poet in me. In a poem written during that dejection, to Wordsworth, I thus expressed the thought in language more forcible than harmonious.' Then follow lines 76-87 of the text, followed by lines 87-98 of the text first published in _Sibylline Leaves_ ('For not to think of what I needs must feel,' &c.). He then reverts to the 'introduction of the poem':--'The first lines allude to a stanza in the Ballad of Sir Patrick Spence: "Late, late yestreen I saw the new moon with the old one in her arms: and I fear, I fear, my master dear, there will be a deadly Storm."' This serves as a motto to lines 1-75 and 129-39 of the first draft of the text. Finally he 'annexes as a _fragment_ a few lines (ll.

88-119) on the "olian Lute", it having been introduced in its dronings in the first stanzas.'