[Suggested upon the mountain pathway that leads from Upper Rydal to Grasmere. The ponderous block of stone, which is mentioned in the poem, remains, I believe, to this day, a good way up Nab-Scar. Broom grows under it, and in many places on the side of the precipice.] I. His simple truths did Andrew glean Beside the babbling rills; A careful student he had been Among the woods and hills. One winter's night, when through the trees The wind was roaring,1 on his knees This Tale the Shepherd told. II. I saw a crag, a lofty stone As ever tempest beat! Out of its head an Oak had grown, A Broom out of its feet. The time was March, a cheerful noon The thaw-wind, with the breath of June, This Oak, a giant and a sage,2 The wind was thundering, 1800. a giant and half-sage, 1800. III. 'Eight weary weeks, through rock and clay, The Frost hath wrought both night and day, Look up and think, above your head IV. You are preparing as before To deck your slender shape; And yet, just three years back—no more— Down from yon cliff a fragment broke; This ponderous block was caught by me, The bird caught in a snare:1 To come and slumber in your bower; Both you and he, Heaven knows how soon VI. From me this friendly warning take' The Broom began to doze, And thus, to keep herself awake, Did gently interpose : 'My thanks for your discourse are due; It is my pleasant heritage; My father many a happy year Spread here his careless blossoms, here Attained a good old age. On me such bounty Summer pours, IX. The butterfly, all green and gold, To me hath often flown, Here in my blossoms to behold When grass is chill with rain or dew, The love they to each other make, And the sweet joy which they partake, X. Her voice was blithe, her heart was light; The Spring for me a garland weaves 1800. Her speech, until the stars of night But in the branches of the oak XI. One night, my Children! from the north At break of day I ventured forth, The storm had fallen upon the Oak, And struck him with a mighty stroke, And whirled, and whirled him far away; The little careless Broom was left To live for many a day." The spot is fixed within narrow limits by the Fenwick note. It is, beyond doubt, on the wooded part of Nab-Scar, through which the upper path from Grasmere to Rydal passes. There is one hugh block of stone high above the path, which answers well to the description in the second stanza.-ED. HART-LEAP WELL. Comp. 1800. Pub. 1800. [Written at Town-end, Grasmere. The first eight stanzas were composed extempore one winter evening in the cottage, when, after having tired myself with labouring at an awkward passage in "The Brothers," I started with a sudden impulse to this to get rid of the other, and finished it in a day or two. My sister and I had passed the 1 1815. One night the wind came from the north 1800. |