Wordsworth upon Helvellyn! Let the cloud Ebb audibly along the mountain-wind, Then break against the rock, and show behind The lowland valleys floating up to crowd The sense with beauty. He, with forehead bowed And humble-lidded eyes, as one inclined Before the sovran thought of his own mind, And very meek with inspirations proud, -- Takes here his rightful place as poet-priest By the high-altar, singing prayer and prayer To the higher Heavens. A noble vision free, Our Haydon's hand hath flung out from the mist! No portrait this, with Academic air, -- This is the poet and his poetry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO EVENING by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) THE CLERKS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ASPIRATIONS: 5 by MATHILDE BLIND A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE WHITE WATCH (OPUS JUVENIS) by GORDON BOTTOMLEY WHOM EARTH HAS TAUGHT: RENEWALS by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS THE JOLLY COMPANY by RUPERT BROOKE |