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. 

1. Bianca among the Nightingales
2. Lord Walter's Wife
3. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 16. And yet, because thou overcomest so
4. Substitution
5. The Soul's Expression

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