On A Portrait Of Wordsworth By B. R. Haydon
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 seh beauty. He with forehead bowed
And humble-lidded eyes, as one ined
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 Haydons hand has flung out from the mist:
No portrait this, with Academic air !
This is the poet and his poetry.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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