POEMS
COMPOSED OR SUGGESTED DURING A TOUR IN THE SUMMER OF 1833
XLVII. TO CORDELIA M—-
POEMS
COMPOSED OR SUGGESTED DURING A TOUR IN THE SUMMER OF 1833
NOT in the mines beyond the western main, You say, Cordelia, was the metal sought, Which a fine skill, of Indian growth, has wrought Into this flexible yet faithful Chain; Nor is it silver of romantic Spain But from our loved Helvellyn’s depths was brought, Our own domestic mountain. Thing and thought Mix strangely; trifles light, and partly vain, Can prop, as you have learnt, our nobler being: Yes, Lady, while about your neck is wound 10 (Your casual glance oft meeting) this bright cord, What witchery, for pure gifts of inward seeing, Lurks in it, Memory’s Helper, Fancy’s Lord, For precious tremblings in your bosom found!