English poem
Xi
by Archibald Allan Bowman (1883–1936)
Wordsworth, above all poets in thee I find What in the greatest we too seldom see, The crowning virtue of tranquillity, Effectual o’er the sorrows of the mind. Others to gain such peace have left behind This hard world for the realm of fantasie, Or in a past remote found sanctuary, Or in the end thought’s burden have resigned. One above all by daily struggle rose Into a blue empyrean of the brain, Self-mastering might, yet such as never knows The deeper calm that masters. There remain Nature’s anointed dynasts. Only those Whose peace is fundamental truly reign.
HESEPE, 30th May