VIII
WHAT aspect bore the Man who roved or
fled,
First of his tribe, to this dark
dell--who first
In this pellucid Current slaked his
thirst?
What hopes came with him? what
designs were spread
Along his path? His unprotected bed
What dreams encompassed? Was the
intruder nursed
In hideous usages, and rites
accursed,
That thinned the living and disturbed
the dead?
No voice replies;--both air and earth
are mute;
And Thou, blue Streamlet, murmuring
yield'st no more 10
Than a soft record, that, whatever
fruit
Of ignorance thou might'st witness
heretofore,
Thy function was to heal and to
restore,
To soothe and cleanse, not madden and
pollute!
The poet speculates on the nature of
the first inhabitants of the Duddon valley – the vision of the primitive is not
exactly a Rousseauian noble savage, but rather a more gothic figure ‘nursed in
hideous usages, and rites accursed, that thinned the living and disturbed the
dead.’
The river, though it may have
witnessed the savagery, offers no more than a ‘soft record’. Although this is a
poem of ‘the fancy’, nevertheless the Wordsworthian sense of the restorative
power of Nature is asserted in the final two lines, and recalls the sentiment
from Book 1 of the Prelude referred to earlier:
Amid
the fretful dwellings of mankind
A
foretaste, a dim earnest, of the calm
That
Nature breathes among the hills and groves.
Book 1, Ll. 279- 281.
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