The Prelude - Book Fourth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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SUMMER VACATIONA
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Bright was the summer's noon when quickening stepsB
Followed each other till a dreary moorC
Was crossed a bare ridge clomb upon whose topD
Standing alone as from a rampart's edgeE
I overlooked the bed of WindermereC
Like a vast river stretching in the sunA
With exultation at my feet I sawF
Lake islands promontories gleaming baysG
A universe of Nature's fairest formsH
Proudly revealed with instantaneous burstI
Magnificent and beautiful and gayJ
I bounded down the hill shouting amainA
For the old Ferryman to the shout the rocksK
Replied and when the Charon of the floodL
Had staid his oars and touched the jutting pierC
I did not step into the well known boatM
Without a cordial greeting Thence with speedN
Up the familiar hill I took my wayJ
Towards that sweet Valley where I had been rearedO
'Twas but a short hour's walk ere veering roundP
I saw the snow white church upon her hillQ
Sit like a throned Lady sending outR
A gracious look all over her domainA
Yon azure smoke betrays the lurking townA
With eager footsteps I advance and reachS
The cottage threshold where my journey closedT
Glad welcome had I with some tears perhapsU
From my old Dame so kind and motherlyV
While she perused me with a parent's prideW
The thoughts of gratitude shall fall like dewX
Upon thy grave good creature While my heartY
Can beat never will I forget thy nameZ
Heaven's blessing be upon thee where thou liestY
After thy innocent and busy stirC
In narrow cares thy little daily growthA2
Of calm enjoyments after eighty yearsB2
And more than eighty of untroubled lifeC2
Childless yet by the strangers to thy bloodY
Honoured with little less than filial loveD2
What joy was mine to see thee once againA
Thee and thy dwelling and a crowd of thingsE2
About its narrow precincts all belovedY
And many of them seeming yet my ownA
Why should I speak of what a thousand heartsF2
Have felt and every man alive can guessG2
The rooms the court the garden were not leftY
Long unsaluted nor the sunny seatY
Round the stone table under the dark pineA
Friendly to studious or to festive hoursH2
Nor that unruly child of mountain birthI2
The famous brook who soon as he was boxedY
Within our garden found himself at onceJ2
As if by trick insidious and unkindY
Stripped of his voice and left to dimple downA
Without an effort and without a willQ
A channel paved by man's officious careC
I looked at him and smiled and smiled againA
And in the press of twenty thousand thoughtsK2
Ha quoth I pretty prisoner are you thereC
Well might sarcastic Fancy then have whisperedY
An emblem here behold of thy own lifeC2
In its late course of even days with allL2
Their smooth enthralment but the heart was fullM2
Too full for that reproach My aged DameZ
Walked proudly at my side she guided meV
I willing nay nay wishing to be ledY
The face of every neighbour whom I metY
Was like a volume to me some were hailedY
Upon the road some busy at their workN2
Unceremonious greetings interchangedY
With half the length of a long field betweenA
Among my schoolfellows I scattered roundY
Like recognitions but with some constraintY
Attended doubtless with a little prideY
But with more shame for my habilimentsK2
The transformation wrought by gay attireC
Not less delighted did I take my placeK2
At our domestic table and dear FriendY
In this endeavour simply to relateY
A Poet's history may I leave untoldY
The thankfulness with which I laid me downA
In my accustomed bed more welcome nowA
Perhaps than if it had been more desiredY
Or been more often thought of with regretY
That lowly bed whence I had heard the windY
Roar and the rain beat hard where I so oftY
Had lain awake on summer nights to watchO2
The moon in splendour couched among the leavesK2
Of a tall ash that near our cottage stoodY
Had watched her with fixed eyes while to and froC
In the dark summit of the waving treeV
She rocked with every impulse of the breezeK2
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Among the favourites whom it pleased me wellP2
To see again was one by ancient rightY
Our inmate a rough terrier of the hillsK2
By birth and call of nature pre ordainedY
To hunt the badger and unearth the foxK2
Among the impervious crags but having beenA
From youth our own adopted he had passedY
Into a gentler service And when firstY
The boyish spirit flagged and day by dayY
Along my veins I kindled with the stirC
The fermentation and the vernal heatY
Of poesy affecting private shadesK2
Like a sick Lover then this dog was usedY
To watch me an attendant and a friendY
Obsequious to my steps early and lateY
Though often of such dilatory walkQ2
Tired and uneasy at the halts I madeY
A hundred times when roving high and lowC
I have been harassed with the toil of verseK2
Much pains and little progress and at onceK2
Some lovely Image in the song rose upR2
Full formed like Venus rising from the seaV
Then have I darted forwards to let looseK2
My hand upon his back with stormy joyS2
Caressing him again and yet againA
And when at evening on the public wayY
I sauntered like a river murmuringT2
And talking to itself when all things elseK2
Are still the creature trotted on beforeC
Such was his custom but whene'er he metY
A passenger approaching he would turnA
To give me timely notice and straightwayY
Grateful for that admonishment I hushedY
My voice composed my gait and with the airC
And mien of one whose thoughts are free advancedY
To give and take a greeting that might saveU2
My name from piteous rumours such as waitY
On men suspected to be crazed in brainA
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Those walks well worthy to be prized and lovedY
Regretted that word too was on my tongueV2
But they were richly laden with all goodY
And cannot be remembered but with thanksK2
And gratitude and perfect joy of heartY
Those walks in all their freshness now came backW2
Like a returning Spring When first I madeY
Once more the circuit of our little lakeX2
If ever happiness hath lodged with manA
That day consummate happiness was mineA
Wide spreading steady calm contemplativeY2
The sun was set or setting when I leftY
Our cottage door and evening soon brought onA
A sober hour not winning or sereneA
For cold and raw the air was and untunedY
But as a face we love is sweetest thenA
When sorrow damps it or whatever lookZ2
It chance to wear is sweetest if the heartY
Have fulness in herself even so with meV
It fared that evening Gently did my soulA3
Put off her veil and self transmuted stoodY
Naked as in the presence of her GodY
While on I walked a comfort seemed to touchB3
A heart that had not been disconsolateY
Strength came where weakness was not known to beV
At least not felt and restoration cameZ
Like an intruder knocking at the doorC
Of unacknowledged weariness I tookZ2
The balance and with firm hand weighed myselfC3
Of that external scene which round me layY
Little in this abstraction did I seeV
Remembered less but I had inward hopesK2
And swellings of the spirit was rapt and soothedY
Conversed with promises had glimmering viewsK2
How life pervades the undecaying mindY
How the immortal soul with God like powerC
Informs creates and thaws the deepest sleepD3
That time can lay upon her how on earthI2
Man if he do but live within the lightY
Of high endeavours daily spreads abroadY
His being armed with strength that cannot failE3
Nor was there want of milder thoughts of loveD2
Of innocence and holiday reposeK2
And more than pastoral quiet 'mid the stirC
Of boldest projects and a peaceful endY
At last or glorious by endurance wonA
Thus musing in a wood I sate me downA
Alone continuing there to muse the slopesK2
And heights meanwhile were slowly overspreadY
With darkness and before a rippling breezeK2
The long lake lengthened out its hoary lineA
And in the sheltered coppice where I sateY
Around me from among the hazel leavesK2
Now here now there moved by the straggling windY
Came ever and anon a breath like soundY
Quick as the pantings of the faithful dogF3
The off and on companion of my walkQ2
And such at times believing them to beV
I turned my head to look if he were thereC
Then into solemn thought I passed once moreC
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A freshness also found I at this timeG3
In human Life the daily life of thoseK2
Whose occupations really I lovedY
The peaceful scene oft filled me with surpriseK2
Changed like a garden in the heat of springT2
After an eight days' absence For to omitY
The things which were the same and yet appearedY
Far otherwise amid this rural solitudeY
A narrow Vale where each was known to allL2
'Twas not indifferent to a youthful mindY
To mark some sheltering bower or sunny nookZ2
Where an old man had used to sit aloneA
Now vacant pale faced babes whom I had leftY
In arms now rosy prattlers at the feetY
Of a pleased grandame tottering up and downA
And growing girls whose beauty filched awayY
With all its pleasant promises was goneA
To deck some slighted playmate's homely cheekH3
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Yes I had something of a subtler senseK2
And often looking round was moved to smilesK2
Such as a delicate work of humour breedsK2
I read without design the opinions thoughtsK2
Of those plain living people now observedY
With clearer knowledge with another eyeI3
I saw the quiet woodman in the woodsK2
The shepherd roam the hills With new delightY
This chiefly did I note my grey haired DameZ
Saw her go forth to church or other workN2
Of state equipped in monumental trimJ3
Short velvet cloak her bonnet of the likeK3
A mantle such as Spanish CavaliersK2
Wore in old times Her smooth domestic lifeC2
Affectionate without disquietudeY
Her talk her business pleased me and no lessK2
Her clear though shallow stream of pietyY
That ran on Sabbath days a fresher courseK2
With thoughts unfelt till now I saw her readY
Her Bible on hot Sunday afternoonsK2
And loved the book when she had dropped asleepD3
And made of it a pillow for her headY
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Nor less do I remember to have feltY
Distinctly manifested at this timeG3
A human heartedness about my loveD2
For objects hitherto the absolute wealthL3
Of my own private being and no moreC
Which I had loved even as a blessed spiritY
Or Angel if he were to dwell on earthI2
Might love in individual happinessK2
But now there opened on me other thoughtsK2
Of change congratulation or regretY
A pensive feeling It spread far and wideY
The trees the mountains shared it and the brooksK2
The stars of Heaven now seen in their old hauntsK2
White Sirius glittering o'er the southern cragsK2
Orion with his belt and those fair SevenA
Acquaintances of every little childY
And Jupiter my own beloved starC
Whatever shadings of mortalityY
Whatever imports from the world of deathM3
Had come among these objects heretoforeC
Were in the main of mood less tender strongN3
Deep gloomy were they and severe the scatteringsK2
Of awe or tremulous dread that had given wayY
In later youth to yearnings of a loveD2
Enthusiastic to delight and hopeO3
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As one who hangs down bending from the sideY
Of a slow moving boat upon the breastY
Of a still water solacing himselfC3
With such discoveries as his eye can makeX2
Beneath him in the bottom of the deepD3
Sees many beauteous sights weeds fishes flowersK2
Grots pebbles roots of trees and fancies moreC
Yet often is perplexed and cannot partY
The shadow from the substance rocks and skyI3
Mountains and clouds reflected in the depthP3
Of the clear flood from things which there abideY
In their true dwelling now is crossed by gleamQ3
Of his own image by a sunbeam nowA
And wavering motions sent he knows not whenceK2
Impediments that make his task more sweetY
Such pleasant office have we long pursuedY
Incumbent o'er the surface of past timeG3
With like success nor often have appearedY
Shapes fairer or less doubtfully discernedY
Than these to which the Tale indulgent FriendY
Would now direct thy notice Yet in spiteY
Of pleasure won and knowledge not withheldY
There was an inner falling off I lovedY
Loved deeply all that had been loved beforeC
More deeply even than ever but a swarmR3
Of heady schemes jostling each other gawdsK2
And feast and dance and public revelryY
And sports and games too grateful in themselvesK2
Yet in themselves less grateful I believeS3
Than as they were a badge glossy and freshT3
Of manliness and freedom all conspiredY
To lure my mind from firm habitual questY
Of feeding pleasures to depress the zealU3
And damp those yearnings which had once been mineA
A wild unworldly minded youth given upR2
To his own eager thoughts It would demandY
Some skill and longer time than may be sparedY
To paint these vanities and how they wroughtY
In haunts where they till now had been unknownA
It seemed the very garments that I woreC
Preyed on my strength and stopped the quiet streamQ3
Of self forgetfulnessK2
Yes that heartless chaseK2
Of trivial pleasures was a poor exchangeV3
For books and nature at that early ageW3
'Tis true some casual knowledge might be gainedY
Of character or life but at that timeG3
Of manners put to school I took small noteY
And all my deeper passions lay elsewhereC
Far better had it been to exalt the mindY
By solitary study to upholdY
Intense desire through meditative peaceK2
And yet for chastisement of these regretsK2
The memory of one particular hourC
Doth here rise up against me 'Mid a throngN3
Of maids and youths old men and matrons staidY
A medley of all tempers I had passedY
The night in dancing gaiety and mirthI2
With din of instruments and shuffling feetY
And glancing forms and tapers glitteringT2
And unaimed prattle flying up and downA
Spirits upon the stretch and here and thereC
Slight shocks of young love liking interspersedY
Whose transient pleasure mounted to the headY
And tingled through the veins Ere we retiredY
The cock had crowed and now the eastern skyI3
Was kindling not unseen from humble copseK2
And open field through which the pathway woundY
And homeward led my steps MagnificentY
The morning rose in memorable pompX3
Glorious as e'er I had beheld in frontY
The sea lay laughing at a distance nearC
The solid mountains shone bright as the cloudsK2
Grain tinctured drenched in empyrean lightY
And in the meadows and the lower groundsK2
Was all the sweetness of a common dawnA
Dews vapours and the melody of birdsK2
And labourers going forth to till the fieldsK2
Ah need I say dear Friend that to the brimJ3
My heart was full I made no vows but vowsK2
Were then made for me bond unknown to meY
Was given that I should be else sinning greatlyY
A dedicated Spirit On I walkedY
In thankful blessedness which yet survivesK2
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Strange rendezvous My mind was at that timeG3
A parti coloured show of grave and gayY
Solid and light short sighted and profoundY
Of inconsiderate habits and sedateY
Consorting in one mansion unreprovedY
The worth I knew of powers that I possessedY
Though slighted and too oft misused BesidesK2
That summer swarming as it did with thoughtsK2
Transient and idle lacked not intervalsK2
When Folly from the frown of fleeting TimeG3
Shrunk and the mind experienced in herselfC3
Conformity as just as that of oldY
To the end and written spirit of God's worksK2
Whether held forth in Nature or in ManA
Through pregnant vision separate or conjoinedY
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When from our better selves we have too longN3
Been parted by the hurrying world and droopY3
Sick of its business of its pleasures tiredY
How gracious how benign is SolitudeY
How potent a mere image of her swayY
Most potent when impressed upon the mindY
With an appropriate human centre hermitY
Deep in the bosom of the wildernessK2
Votary in vast cathedral where no footY
Is treading where no other face is seenA
Kneeling at prayers or watchman on the topD
Of lighthouse beaten by Atlantic wavesK2
Or as the soul of that great Power is metY
Sometimes embodied on a public roadY
When for the night deserted it assumesK2
A character of quiet more profoundY
Than pathless wastesK2
Once when those summer monthsK2
Were flown and autumn brought its annual showC
Of oars with oars contending sails with sailsK2
Upon Winander's spacious breast it chancedY
That after I had left a flower decked roomZ3
Whose in door pastime lighted up survivedY
To a late hour and spirits overwroughtY
Were making night do penance for a dayY
Spent in a round of strenuous idlenessK2
My homeward course led up a long ascentY
Where the road's watery surface to the topD
Of that sharp rising glittered to the moonA
And bore the semblance of another streamQ3
Stealing with silent lapse to join the brookZ2
That murmured in the vale All else was stillQ
No living thing appeared in earth or airC
And save the flowing water's peaceful voiceK2
Sound there was none but lo an uncouth shapeA4
Shown by a sudden turning of the roadY
So near that slipping back into the shadeY
Of a thick hawthorn I could mark him wellP2
Myself unseen He was of stature tallL2
A span above man's common measure tallL2
Stiff lank and upright a more meagre manA
Was never seen before by night or dayY
Long were his arms pallid his hands his mouthB4
Looked ghastly in the moonlight from behindY
A mile stone propped him I could also kenA
That he was clothed in military garbC4
Though faded yet entire CompanionlessK2
No dog attending by no staff sustainedY
He stood and in his very dress appearedY
A desolation a simplicityY
To which the trappings of a gaudy worldY
Make a strange back ground From his lips ere longN3
Issued low muttered sounds as if of painA
Or some uneasy thought yet still his formR3
Kept the same awful steadiness at his feetY
His shadow lay and moved not From self blameZ
Not wholly free I watched him thus at lengthD4
Subduing my heart's specious cowardiceK2
I left the shady nook where I had stoodY
And hailed him Slowly from his resting placeK2
He rose and with a lean and wasted armE4
In measured gesture lifted to his headY
Returned my salutation then resumedY
His station as before and when I askedY
His history the veteran in replyI3
Was neither slow nor eager but unmovedY
And with a quiet uncomplaining voiceK2
A stately air of mild indifferenceK2
He told in few plain words a soldier's taleE3
That in the Tropic Islands he had servedY
Whence he had landed scarcely three weeks pastY
That on his landing he had been dismissedY
And now was travelling towards his native homeF4
This heard I said in pity Come with meY
He stooped and straightway from the ground took upR2
An oaken staff by me yet unobservedY
A staff which must have dropped from his slack handY
And lay till now neglected in the grassK2
Though weak his step and cautious he appearedY
To travel without pain and I beheldY
With an astonishment but ill suppressedY
His ghostly figure moving at my sideY
Nor could I while we journeyed thus forbearC
To turn from present hardships to the pastY
And speak of war battle and pestilenceK2
Sprinkling this talk with questions better sparedY
On what he might himself have seen or feltY
He all the while was in demeanour calmG4
Concise in answer solemn and sublimeG3
He might have seemed but that in all he saidY
There was a strange half absence as of oneA
Knowing too well the importance of his themeQ3
But feeling it no longer Our discourseK2
Soon ended and together on we passedY
In silence through a wood gloomy and stillQ
Up turning then along an open fieldY
We reached a cottage At the door I knockedY
And earnestly to charitable careC
Commended him as a poor friendless manA
Belated and by sickness overcomeH4
Assured that now the traveller would reposeK2
In comfort I entreated that henceforthI4
He would not linger in the public waysK2
But ask for timely furtherance and helpJ4
Such as his state required At this reproofC3
With the same ghastly mildness in his lookZ2
He said My trust is in the God of HeavenA
And in the eye of him who passes meY
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The cottage door was speedily unbarredY
And now the soldier touched his hat once moreC
With his lean hand and in a faltering voiceK2
Whose tone bespake reviving interestsK2
Till then unfelt he thanked me I returnedY
The farewell blessing of the patient manA
And so we parted Back I cast a lookZ2
And lingered near the door a little spaceK2
Then sought with quiet heart my distant homeF4

William Wordsworth



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