“Appareled in celestial light,
  The glory and the freshness of a dream.”

General Characteristics.—­Four of Wordsworth’s characteristics go hand in hand,—­sincerity, feeling, depth of thought, and simplicity of style.  The union of these four qualities causes his great poems to continue to yield pleasure after an indefinite number of readings.  In his garden of poetry, the daffodil blossoms all the year for the “inward eye,” and the “wandering voice of the cuckoo” never ceases to awaken springtime in the heart.

His own age greeted with so much ridicule the excessive simplicity of the presentation of ordinary childish grief in Alice Fell, that he excluded it from many editions of his poems.  We now recognize the special charm of his simplicity in expressing those feelings and thoughts that “do often lie too deep for tears.”

Wordsworth was most truly great when he seemed to write as naturally as he breathed, when he appeared unconscious of the power that he wielded.  When he attempted to command it at will, he failed, as in the dull, lifeless lines of The Excursion.  Sometimes even his labored simplicity is no better than prose; but such simple and natural poems as Michael, The Solitary Reaper, To My Sister, Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower, and the majority of the poems showing the new attitude toward childhood, are priceless treasures of English literature.  Of most of these, we may say with Matthew Arnold, “It might seem that Nature not only gave him the matter for his poem, but wrote his poem for him.”

[Illustration:  WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. From a life sketch in Fraser’s Magazine.]

Wordsworth lacks humor and his compass is limited; but within that compass he is surpassed by no poet since Milton.  On the other hand, no great poet ever wrote more that is almost worthless.  Matthew Arnold did much for Wordsworth’s renown by collecting his priceless poems and publishing them apart from the mediocre work.  Among the fine productions, his sonnets occupy a high place.  Only Shakespeare and Milton in our language excel him in this form of verse.

Wordsworth is greatest as a poet of nature.  To him nature seemed to possess a conscious soul, which expressed itself in the primrose, the rippling lake, or the cuckoo’s song, with as much intelligence as human lips ever displayed in whispering a secret to the ear of love.  This interpretation of nature gives him a unique position among English poets.  Neither Shakespeare nor Milton had any such general conception of nature.

[Illustration:  RYDAL MOUNT NEAR AMBLESIDE, THE HOME OF WORDSWORTH’S OLD AGE.]

The bereaved, the downcast, and those in need of companionship turn naturally to Wordsworth.  He said that it was his aim “to console the afflicted, to add sunshine to daylight.”  His critics often say that he does not recognize the indifference, even the cruelty of nature; but that he chooses, instead, to present the world as a manifestation of love and care for all creatures.  When he was shown where a cruel huntsman and his dogs had chased a poor hart to its death, Wordsworth wrote:—­