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 hath flung out from the mist! No portrait this, with Academic air, -- This is the poet and his poetry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARCHITECT AT THE EDGE OF THE SEA by KAREN SWENSON WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? by PAUL VERLAINE ON DIGITAL EXTREMITIES by FRANK GELETT BURGESS A DOUBTFUL CHOICE by EDWARD DE VERE ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER by JOHN KEATS |