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William Wordsworth
Complete Poetical Works

"LYRE! THOUGH SUCH POWER DO IN THY MAGIC LIVE"

LYRE! though such power do in thy magic live
As might from India's farthest plain
Recall the not unwilling Maid,
      Assist me to detain
      The lovely Fugitive:
Check with thy notes the impulse which, betrayed
By her sweet farewell looks, I longed to aid.
Here let me gaze enrapt upon that eye,
The impregnable and awe-inspiring fort
Of contemplation, the calm port
By reason fenced from winds that sigh
Among the restless sails of vanity.
But if no wish be hers that we should part,
A humbler bliss would satisfy my heart.
      Where all things are so fair,
Enough by her dear side to breathe the air
      Of this Elysian weather;
And, on or in, or near, the brook, espy
Shade upon the sunshine lying
      Faint and somewhat pensively;
And downward Image gaily vying
      With its upright living tree
'Mid silver clouds, and openings of blue sky
As soft almost and deep as her cerulean eye.

Nor less the joy with many a glance
Cast up the Stream or down at her beseeching,
To mark its eddying foam-balls prettily distrest
By ever-changing shape and want of rest;
      Or watch, with mutual teaching,
      The current as it plays
      In flashing leaps and stealthy creeps
      Adown a rocky maze;
Or note (translucent summer's happiest chance!)
In the slope-channel floored with pebbles bright,
Stones of all hues, gem emulous of gem,
So vivid that they take from keenest sight
The liquid veil that seeks not to hide them.

1842.