William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт)

Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge: The Same

WHAT awful pérspective! while from our sight
With gradual stealth the lateral windows hide
Their portraitures, their stone-work glimmers, dyed
In the soft checkerings of a sleepy light.
Martyr, or king, or sainted Eremite,
Whoe’er ye be, that thus, yourselves unseen,
Imbue your prison-bars with solemn sheen,
Shine on, until ye fade with coining night!—
But, from the arms of silence,—list! O, list!—
The music bursteth into second life;
The notes luxuriate, every stone is kissed
By sound, or ghost of sound, in mazy strife;
Heart-thrilling strains, that cast, before the eye
Of the devout, a veil of ecstasy!

1. To a Highland Girl
2. Yarrow Revisited
3. The River Duddon (FROM this deep chasm, where quivering sunbeams play)
4. The River Eden, Cumberland
5. To ——, on Her First Ascent to the Summit of Helvellyn

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