1"Why William, on that old grey stone,
2Thus for the length of half a day,
3Why, William, sit you thus alone,
4And dream your time away?
5"Where are your books?—that light bequeathed
6To Beings else forlorn and blind!
7Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed
8From dead men to their kind.
9"You look round on your Mother Earth,
10As if she for no purpose bore you;
11As if you were her first-born birth,
12And none had lived before you!"
13One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake,
14When life was sweet, I knew not why,
15To me my good friend Matthew spake,
16And thus I made reply:
17"The eye—it cannot choose but see;
18We cannot bid the ear be still;
19Our bodies feel, where’er they be,
20Against, or with our will.
21"Nor less I deem that there are Powers
22Which of themselves our minds impress;
23That we can feed this mind of ours
24In a wise passiveness.
25"Think you, ’mid all this mighty sum
26Of things for ever speaking,
27That nothing of itself will come,
28But we must still be seeking?
29"—Then ask not wherefore, here, alone,
30Conversing as I may,
31I sit upon this old grey stone,
32And dream my time away."
1"Why William, on that old grey stone,
2Thus for the length of half a day,
3Why, William, sit you thus alone,
4And dream your time away?
5"Where are your books?—that light bequeathed
6To Beings else forlorn and blind!
7Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed
8From dead men to their kind.
9"You look round on your Mother Earth,
10As if she for no purpose bore you;
11As if you were her first-born birth,
12And none had lived before you!"
13One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake,
14When life was sweet, I knew not why,
15To me my good friend Matthew spake,
16And thus I made reply:
17"The eye—it cannot choose but see;
18We cannot bid the ear be still;
19Our bodies feel, where’er they be,
20Against, or with our will.
21"Nor less I deem that there are Powers
22Which of themselves our minds impress;
23That we can feed this mind of ours
24In a wise passiveness.
25"Think you, ’mid all this mighty sum
26Of things for ever speaking,
27That nothing of itself will come,
28But we must still be seeking?
29"—Then ask not wherefore, here, alone,
30Conversing as I may,
31I sit upon this old grey stone,
32And dream my time away."
"Why William, on that old grey stone,
Thus for the length of half a day,
Why, William, sit you thus alone,
And dream your time away?
"Where are your books?—that light bequeathed
To Beings else forlorn and blind!
Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed
From dead men to their kind.
"You look round on your Mother Earth,
As if she for no purpose bore you;
As if you were her first-born birth,
And none had lived before you!"
One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake,
When life was sweet, I knew not why,
To me my good friend Matthew spake,
And thus I made reply:
"The eye—it cannot choose but see;
We cannot bid the ear be still;
Our bodies feel, where’er they be,
Against, or with our will.
"Nor less I deem that there are Powers
Which of themselves our minds impress;
That we can feed this mind of ours
In a wise passiveness.
"Think you, ’mid all this mighty sum
Of things for ever speaking,
That nothing of itself will come,
But we must still be seeking?
"—Then ask not wherefore, here, alone,
Conversing as I may,
I sit upon this old grey stone,
And dream my time away."
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Lyrical Ballads — Take a look at the 1798 first edition of Lyrical Ballads, the world-changing collection in which this poem was first printed.
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