The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth — Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 515 pages of information about The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth — Volume 2.
  And in the open fields my life was passed
  And on [40] the mountains; else I think that thou
  Hadst been brought up upon thy Father’s knees. 
  But we were playmates, Luke:  among these hills,
  As well thou knowest, in us the old and young 360
  Have played together, nor with me didst thou
  Lack any pleasure which a boy can know.” 
  Luke had a manly heart; but at these words
  He sobbed aloud.  The old Man grasped his hand,
  And said, “Nay, do not take it so—­I see 365
  That these are things of which I need not speak. 
—­Even to the utmost I have been to thee
  A kind and a good Father:  and herein
  I but repay a gift which I myself
  Received at others’ hands; for, though now old 370
  Beyond the common life of man, I still
  Remember them who loved me in my youth. 
  Both of them sleep together:  here they lived,
  As all their Forefathers had done; and when
  At length their time was come, they were not loth 375
  To give their bodies to the family mould. 
  I wished that thou should’st live the life they lived: 
  But, ’tis a long time to look back, my Son,
  And see so little gain from threescore years. [41]
  These fields were burthened when they came to me; 380
  Till I was forty years of age, not more
  Than half of my inheritance was mine. 
  I toiled and toiled; God blessed me in my work,
  And till these three weeks past the land was free. 
—­It looks as if it never could endure 385
  Another Master.  Heaven forgive me, Luke,
  If I judge ill for thee, but it seems good
  That thou should’st go,”

At this the old Man paused; Then, pointing to the stones near which they stood, 390 Thus, after a short silence, he resumed:  “This was a work for us; and now, my Son, It is a work for me.  But, lay one stone—­ Here, lay it for me, Luke, with thine own hands. [42] Nay, Boy, be of good hope;—­we both may live 395 To see a better day.  At eighty-four I still am strong and hale [43];—­do thou thy part; I will do mine.—­I will begin again With many tasks that were resigned to thee:  Up to the heights, and in among the storms, 400 Will I without thee go again, and do All works which I was wont to do alone, Before I knew thy face.—­Heaven bless thee, Boy!  Thy heart these two weeks has been beating fast With many hopes; it should be so—­yes—­yes—­405 I knew that thou could’st never have a wish To leave me, Luke:  thou hast been bound to me Only by links of love:  when thou art gone, What will be left to us!—­But, I forget My purposes.  Lay now the corner-stone, 410 As I requested; and hereafter, Luke, When thou art gone away, should evil men Be thy companions, think of me, my Son, And of this moment; hither turn thy thoughts, And God will
Copyrights
Project Gutenberg
The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth — Volume 2 from Project Gutenberg. Public domain.