On A Portrait Of Wordsworth By B. R. Haydon
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
has
flung
out
from
the
mist:
No
portrait
this,
with
Academic
air
!
This
is
the
poet
and
his
poetry.
