On A Portrait Of Wordsworth Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
On A Portrait Of Wordsworth
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.
O excellent final quatrain. First eight lines marred by " humility" " meekness" , too much religion. But - O this inspirer of Edgar Allan Poe's " The Raven" and so much more. US'nAye
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4/24/2024 7:28:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I don't know whether Wordsworth had traveled to Helvellyn mountain or not but it can be okay and can come out of poet's imagination. What is too tough to accept about this poem in the current time is its divine image of the poet and bestowing a totally spiritual status to the admired poet, for we live in a time when religion is being misused almost everyday in the world for political and ideological purposes. The truth is our world is more political in negative sense than poetical! ! ! !