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William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

The Primrose of the Rock


              1A Rock there is whose homely front
              2    The passing traveller slights;
              3Yet there the glow-worms hang their lamps,
              4    Like stars, at various heights;
              5And one coy Primrose to that Rock
              6    The vernal breeze invites.

              7What hideous warfare hath been waged,
              8    What kingdoms overthrown,
              9Since first I spied that Primrose-tuft
            10    And marked it for my own;
            11A lasting link in Nature's chain
            12    From highest heaven let down!

            13The flowers, still faithful to the stems,
            14    Their fellowship renew;
            15The stems are faithful to the root,
            16    That worketh out of view;
            17And to the rock the root adheres
            18    In every fibre true.

            19Close clings to earth the living rock,
            20    Though threatening still to fall:
            21The earth is constant to her sphere;
            22    And God upholds them all:
            23So blooms this lonely Plant, nor dreads
            24    Her annual funeral.

* * * * * *

            25Here closed the meditative strain;
            26    But air breathed soft that day,
            27The hoary mountain-heights were cheered,
            28    The sunny vale looked gay;
            29And to the Primrose of the Rock
            30    I gave this after-lay.

            31I sang-Let myriads of bright flowers,
            32    Like Thee, in field and grove
            33Revive unenvied;-mightier far,
            34    Than tremblings that reprove
            35Our vernal tendencies to hope,
            36    Is God's redeeming love;

            37That love which changed-for wan disease,
            38    For sorrow that had bent
            39O'er hopeless dust, for withered age-
            40    Their moral element,
            41And turned the thistles of a curse
            42    To types beneficent.

            43Sin-blighted though we are, we too,
            44    The reasoning Sons of Men,
            45From one oblivious winter called
            46    Shall rise, and breathe again;
            47And in eternal summer lose
            48    Our threescore years and ten.

            49To humbleness of heart descends
            50    This prescience from on high,
            51The faith that elevates the just,
            52    Before and when they die;
            53And makes each soul a separate heaven
            54    A court for Deity.


Online text copyright © 2009, Ian Lancashire (the Department of English) and the University of Toronto.
Published by the Web Development Group, Information Technology Services, University of Toronto Libraries.

Original text:
RPO poem editor: W. J. Alexander, William Hall Clawson
RP edition: RP (1916), pp. 230-31; RPO 1997.
Recent editing: 2:2002/3/20

Rhyme: abcbdb


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