To The Evening Star Over Grasmere Water, July 1806

The Lake is thine, The mountains too are thine, some clouds there are, Some little feeble stars, but all is thine, Thou, thou art king, and sole proprietor.

A moon among her stars, a mighty vale, Fresh as the freshest field, scoop’d out, and green As is the greenest billow of the sea.

The multitude of little rocky hills, Rocky or green, that do like islands rise From the flat meadow lonely there. … Embowering mountains, and the dome of Heaven And waters in the midst, a Second Heaven.

MICHAEL ANGELO IN REPLY TO THE PASSAGE UPON HIS STATUE OF NIGHT SLEEPING

In the first volume of a copy of the edition of 1836,--long kept by Wordsworth at Rydal Mount, and afterwards the property of the late Lord Coleridge--which has been referred to in the Preface to Vol. 1., and very often in the footnotes to all the volumes, signed C.--Wordsworth wrote in MS. two translations of a fragment of Michael Angelo’s on Sleep, and a translation of some Latin verses by Thomas Warton on the same subject. These fragments were never included in any edition of his published works, and it is impossible to say to what year they belong. From their close relation to other translations from Michael Angelo, made by Wordsworth in 1806, I assign them, conjecturally, to the same year. The title is from Wordsworth’s own MS.--ED.