THE

POEMS

OF

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, D.C.L.,

POET LAUREATE, ETC. ETC.

A NEW EDITION.

LONDON:
EDWARD MOXON, DOVER STREET.

MDCCCXLV.

LONDON:

BRADBURY AND EVANS, PR1NTERA, WHiTEFRIARb. If thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven,

Then, to the measure of that heaven-horn light,

Shine, Poet! in thy place, and be content:—

The star's pre-eminent in magnitude,

And they that from the zenith dart their beams,

(Visible though they he to half the earth,

Though half a sphere be conscious of their brightne

Are yet of no diviner origin,

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;

All are the undying offspring of one Sire:

Then, to the measure of the light vouchsafed,

Shine, Poet! in thy place, and be content.