SLEEP AND POETRY. "As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete 66 Rest I ne wist, for there n'as erthly wight "[As I suppose] had more of hertis ese "Than I, for I n'ad sicknesse nor disese." CHAUCER. SLEEP AND POETRY. WHAT is more gentle than a wind in summer? What is more soothing than the pretty hummer 5 1Ο What, but thee Sleep? Soft closer of our eyes! That glance so brightly at the new sun-rise. But what is higher beyond thought than thee? Fresher than berries of a mountain tree? 20 Hunt (see Appendix) pronounces this the best poem in the book, with his usual excellent critical perception. More strange, more beautiful, more smooth, more regal, Than wings of swans, than doves, than dim-seen eagle? What is it? And to what shall I compare it? It has a glory, and nought else can share it : 25 Of all the secrets of some wond'rous thing 30 That breathes about us in the vacant air; So that we look around with prying stare, Perhaps to see shapes of light, aerial lymning, And catch soft floatings from a faint-heard hymning; To see the laurel wreath, on high suspended, 35 That is to crown our name when life is ended. Sometimes it gives a glory to the voice, And from the heart up-springs, rejoice! rejoice! 40 No one who once the glorious sun has seen, O Poesy! for thee I hold my pen 45 Of thy wide heaven-Should I rather kneel Upon some mountain-top until I feel 50 A glowing splendour round about me hung, And echo back the voice of thine own tongue? O Poesy! for thee I grasp my pen That am not yet a glorious denizen Of thy wide heaven; yet, to my ardent prayer, The o'erwhelming sweets, 'twill bring to me the fair Will be elysium-an eternal book Whence I may copy many a lovely saying About the leaves, and flowers-about the playing Of nymphs in woods, and fountains; and the shade 55 60 65 70 Through its lone vales; and where I found a spot 75 Or a green hill o'erspread with chequer'd dress Of flowers, and fearful from its loveliness, (74) In the original, meander with a small m. 80 |