It was
composed
in front of the house of Alfoxden, in the
spring of 1798.
spring of 1798.
William Wordsworth
an .
.
.
1798.
]
[Variant 2:
1837.
Than fifty years of reason; 1798. ]
[Variant 3:
1820.
. . . may. 1798. ]
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EXPOSTULATION AND REPLY
Composed 1798. --Published 1798.
[This poem is a favourite among the Quakers, as I have learned on many
occasions.
It was composed in front of the house of Alfoxden, in the
spring of 1798. [A]--I. F. ]
Included among the "Poems of Sentiment and Reflection. "--Ed.
* * * * *
THE POEM
"Why, William, on that old grey stone,
Thus for the length of half a day,
Why, William, sit you thus alone,
And dream your time away?
"Where are your books? --that light bequeathed 5
To Beings else forlorn and blind!
Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed
From dead men to their kind.
"You look round on your Mother Earth,
As if she for no purpose bore you; 10
As if you were her first-born birth,
And none had lived before you! "
One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake,
When life was sweet, I knew not why,
To me my good friend Matthew spake, 15
And thus I made reply.
"The eye--it cannot choose but see;
We cannot bid the ear be still;
Our bodies feel, where'er they be,
Against or with our will. 20
"Nor less I deem that there are Powers
Which of themselves our minds impress;
That we can feed this mind of ours
In a wise passiveness.
"Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum 25
Of things for ever speaking,
That nothing of itself will come,
But we must still be seeking?
[Variant 2:
1837.
Than fifty years of reason; 1798. ]
[Variant 3:
1820.
. . . may. 1798. ]
* * * * *
EXPOSTULATION AND REPLY
Composed 1798. --Published 1798.
[This poem is a favourite among the Quakers, as I have learned on many
occasions.
It was composed in front of the house of Alfoxden, in the
spring of 1798. [A]--I. F. ]
Included among the "Poems of Sentiment and Reflection. "--Ed.
* * * * *
THE POEM
"Why, William, on that old grey stone,
Thus for the length of half a day,
Why, William, sit you thus alone,
And dream your time away?
"Where are your books? --that light bequeathed 5
To Beings else forlorn and blind!
Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed
From dead men to their kind.
"You look round on your Mother Earth,
As if she for no purpose bore you; 10
As if you were her first-born birth,
And none had lived before you! "
One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake,
When life was sweet, I knew not why,
To me my good friend Matthew spake, 15
And thus I made reply.
"The eye--it cannot choose but see;
We cannot bid the ear be still;
Our bodies feel, where'er they be,
Against or with our will. 20
"Nor less I deem that there are Powers
Which of themselves our minds impress;
That we can feed this mind of ours
In a wise passiveness.
"Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum 25
Of things for ever speaking,
That nothing of itself will come,
But we must still be seeking?
