William Wordsworth
Nutting
from Lyrical Ballads (Volume II, 1800)
It seems a day, | ||
(I speak of one from many singled out) | ||
One of those heavenly days which cannot die, | ||
When forth I sallied from our cottage-door,1 | ||
5 | And with a wallet o'er my shoulder slung, | |
A nutting crook in hand, I turn'd my steps | ||
Towards the distant woods, a Figure quaint, | ||
Trick'd out in proud disguise of Beggar's weeds | ||
Put on for the occasion, by advice | ||
10 | And exhortation of my frugal Dame. | |
Motley accoutrements! of power to smile | ||
At thorns, and brakes, and brambles, and, in truth, | ||
More ragged than need was. Among the woods, | ||
And o'er the pathless rocks, I forc'd my way | ||
15 | Until, at length, I came to one dear nook | |
Unvisited, where not a broken bough | ||
Droop'd with its wither'd leaves, ungracious sign | ||
Of devastation, but the hazels rose | ||
Tall and erect, with milk-white clusters hung, | ||
20 | A virgin scene!-A little while I stood, | |
Breathing with such suppression of the heart | ||
As joy delights in; and with wise restraint | ||
Voluptuous, fearless of a rival, eyed | ||
The banquet, or beneath the trees I sate | ||
25 | Among the flowers, and with the flowers I play'd; | |
A temper known to those, who, after long | ||
And weary expectation, have been bless'd | ||
With sudden happiness beyond all hope.- | ||
-Perhaps it was a bower beneath whose leaves | ||
30 | The violets of five seasons re-appear | |
And fade, unseen by any human eye, | ||
Where fairy water-breaks do murmur on | ||
For ever, and I saw the sparkling foam, | ||
And with my cheek on one of those green stones | ||
35 | That, fleec'd with moss, beneath the shady trees, | |
Lay round me scatter'd like a flock of sheep, | ||
I heard the murmur and the murmuring sound, | ||
In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay | ||
Tribute to ease, and, of its joy secure | ||
40 | The heart luxuriates with indifferent things, | |
Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones, | ||
And on the vacant air. Then up I rose, | ||
And dragg'd to earth both branch and bough, with crash | ||
And merciless ravage; and the shady nook | ||
45 | Of hazels, and the green and mossy bower | |
Deform'd and sullied, patiently gave up | ||
Their quiet being: and unless I now | ||
Confound my present feelings with the past, | ||
Even then, when, from the bower I turn'd away, | ||
50 | Exulting, rich beyond the wealth of kings | |
I felt a sense of pain when I beheld | ||
The silent trees and the intruding sky. - | ||
Then, dearest Maiden! move along these shades | ||
In gentleness of heart with gentle hand | ||
55 | Touch, - for there is a Spirit in the woods. | |
1 The house at which I was boarded during the time I was at School. |
First published 1800
Robert Clark