The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge Volume I Part 91

The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge Volume I Part 91

FOOTNOTES:

[252:1] First published in the _Morning Post_, Dec. 9, 1799, included in the _Annual Anthology_, 1800, in _Sibylline Leaves_, 1828, 1829, and 1834.

LINENOTES:

t.i.tle] To a Young Lady, on Her First Appearance After A Dangerous Illness. Written in the Spring of 1799 [1799 must be a slip for 1798].

M. P., An. Anth.

[1] Louisa] Ophelia M. P., An. Anth.

[6-7]

The breezy air, the sun, the sky, The little birds that sing on high

M. P., An. Anth.

[12] all] how M. P., An. Anth.

[13] grow] all M. P., An. Anth.

[16] what] which M. P., An. Anth.

[17] have] had M. P., An. Anth.

[19] This] The M. P.

[Below 20] Laberius M. P., An. Anth.

LEWTI[253:1]

OR THE CIRCa.s.sIAN LOVE-CHAUNT

At midnight by the stream I roved, To forget the form I loved.

Image of Lewti! from my mind Depart; for Lewti is not kind.

The Moon was high, the moonlight gleam 5 And the shadow of a star Heaved upon Tamaha's stream; But the rock shone brighter far, The rock half sheltered from my view By pendent boughs of tressy yew.-- 10 So shines my Lewti's forehead fair, Gleaming through her sable hair.

Image of Lewti! from my mind Depart; for Lewti is not kind.

I saw a cloud of palest hue, 15 Onward to the moon it pa.s.sed; Still brighter and more bright it grew, With floating colours not a few, Till it reached the moon at last: Then the cloud was wholly bright, 20 With a rich and amber light!

And so with many a hope I seek, And with such joy I find my Lewti; And even so my pale wan cheek Drinks in as deep a flush of beauty! 25 Nay, treacherous image! leave my mind, If Lewti never will be kind.

The little cloud--it floats away Away it goes; away so soon!

Alas! it has no power to stay: 30 Its hues are dim, its hues are grey-- Away it pa.s.ses from the moon!

How mournfully it seems to fly, Ever fading more and more, To joyless regions of the sky-- 35 And now 'tis whiter than before!

As white as my poor cheek will be, When, Lewti! on my couch I lie, A dying man for love of thee.

Nay, treacherous image! leave my mind-- 40 And yet, thou didst not look unkind.

I saw a vapour in the sky, Thin, and white, and very high; I ne'er beheld so thin a cloud: Perhaps the breezes that can fly 45 Now below and now above, Have s.n.a.t.c.hed aloft the lawny shroud[255:1]

Of Lady fair--that died for love.

For maids, as well as youths, have perished From fruitless love too fondly cherished. 50 Nay, treacherous image! leave my mind-- For Lewti never will be kind.

Hush! my heedless feet from under Slip the crumbling banks for ever: Like echoes to a distant thunder, 55 They plunge into the gentle river.

The river-swans have heard my tread.

And startle from their reedy bed.

O beauteous birds! methinks ye measure Your movements to some heavenly tune! 60 O beauteous birds! 'tis such a pleasure To see you move beneath the moon, I would it were your true delight To sleep by day and wake all night.

I know the place where Lewti lies, 65 When silent night has closed her eyes: It is a breezy jasmine-bower, The nightingale sings o'er her head: Voice of the Night! had I the power That leafy labyrinth to thread, 70 And creep, like thee, with soundless tread, I then might view her bosom white Heaving lovely to my sight, As these two swans together heave On the gently-swelling wave. 75

Oh! that she saw me in a dream, And dreamt that I had died for care; All pale and wasted I would seem, Yet fair withal, as spirits are!

I'd die indeed, if I might see 80 Her bosom heave, and heave for me!

Soothe, gentle image! soothe my mind!

To-morrow Lewti may be kind.

1798.

FOOTNOTES:

[253:1] First published in the _Morning Post_ (under the signature _Nicias Erythraeus_), April 18, 1798: included in the _Annual Anthology_, 1800; _Sibylline Leaves_, 1817, 1828, 1829, and 1834. For MS. versions vide Appendices. '_Lewti_ was to have been included in the _Lyrical Ballads_ of 1798, but at the last moment the sheets containing it were cancelled and _The Nightingale_ subst.i.tuted.' (Note to reprint of _L. B._ (1898), edited by T. Hutchinson.) A copy which belonged to Southey, with the new _Table of Contents_ and _The Nightingale_ bound up with the text as at first printed, is in the British Museum. Another copy is extant which contains the first _Table of Contents_ only, and _Lewti_ without the addition of _The Nightingale_. In the _M. P._ the following note accompanies the poem:--'It is not amongst the least pleasing of our recollections, that we have been the means of gratifying the public taste with some exquisite pieces of Original Poetry. For many of them we have been indebted to the author of the Circa.s.sian's Love Chant. Amidst images of war and woe, amidst scenes of carnage and horror of devastation and dismay, it may afford the mind a temporary relief to wander to the magic haunts of the Muses, to bowers and fountains which the despoiling powers of war have never visited, and where the lover pours forth his complaint, or receives the recompense of his constancy.

The whole of the subsequent Love Chant is in a warm and impa.s.sioned strain. The fifth and last stanzas are, we think, the best.'

[255:1] This image was borrowed by Miss Bailey (_sic_) in her Basil as the dates of the poems prove. _MS. Note by S. T. C._

LINENOTES:

t.i.tle] Lewti; or the Circa.s.sian's Love Chant M. P.

[Between lines 14-15]

I saw the white waves, o'er and o'er, Break against the distant sh.o.r.e.

All at once upon the sight, All at once they broke in light; I heard no murmur of their roar, Nor ever I beheld them flowing, Neither coming, neither going; But only saw them o'er and o'er, Break against the curved sh.o.r.e: Now disappearing from the sight, Now twinkling regular and white, And LEWTI'S smiling mouth can shew As white and regular a row.

Nay, treach'rous image from my mind Depart; for LEWTI is not kind.

M. P.

[52] For] Tho' M. P.

[Between lines 52-3]

This hand should make his life-blood flow, That ever scorn'd my LEWTI so.

I cannot chuse but fix my sight On that small vapour, thin and white!

So thin it scarcely, I protest, Bedims the star that shines behind it!