Vain thought! Yet be as now thou art, That in thy waters may be seen The image of a poet's heart, How bright, how solemn, how serene! Who murmuring here a later * ditty, Now let us, as we float along, For him suspend the dashing oar; And pray that never child of Song * Collins's Ode on the Death of Thomson, the last written, I believe, of the poems which were published during his life-time. This Ode is also alluded to in the next stanza. XIX. IF Thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven, Though half a sphere be conscious of its brightness, No purer essence, than the One that burns, Like an untended watch-fire, on the ridge Of some dark mountain; or than those which seem Humbly to hang, like twinkling winter lamps, Among the branches of the leafless trees. XX. WRITTEN IN A BLANK LEAF OF MACPHERSON'S OSSIAN. OFT have I caught from fitful breeze Fragments of far-off melodies, With ear not coveting the whole, Nor felt a wish that Heaven would show The image of its perfect bow. What need, then, of these finished Strains? Away with counterfeit Remains! An abbey in its lone recess, A temple of the wilderness, Wrecks though they be, announce with feeling The majesty of honest dealing. Spirit of Ossian! if imbound In language thou may'st yet be found, WRITTEN IN A BLANK LEAF, ETC. If aught (intrusted to the pen Or floating on the tongues of Men, Albeit shattered and impaired) Subsist thy dignity to guard, In concert with memorial claim Of old grey stone, and high-born name, Where moans the blast, or beats the wave, And for presumptuous wrongs atone; spares Time is not blind; yet He, who Into the land of mystery. No tongue is able to rehearse One measure, Orpheus! of thy verse; Supreme among the Elysian quire, 239 Is, for the dwellers upon earth, Mute as a Lark ere morning's birth. Have sunk, at Nature's call; or strayed Frantic else how might they rejoice? And friendless, by their own sad choice. Hail, Bards of mightier grasp! on you Who cast not off the acknowledged guide, In whom the fiery Muse revered Dropped from the lenient cloud of years. |