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WILLIAM COLLINS
1721–1759

Ode Written in the Beginning of the Year 1746


How sleep the brave1 who sink to rest
By all their country’s wishes blest!
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallowed mold,
5 She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancy’s feet have ever trod.

By fairy hands their knell is rung,


By forms unseen their dirge is sung;
There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,
10 To bless the turf that wraps their clay,
And Freedom shall awhile repair,
To dwell a weeping hermit there!

1746

Ode on the Death of Mr. Thomson1


1
In yonder grave a Druid2 lies
Where slowly winds the stealing wave!
The year’s best sweets shall duteous rise
To deck its poet’s sylvan grave!3
2
5 In yon deep bed of whispering reeds
His airy harp4 shall now be laid,
That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds,
May love through life the soothing shade.
3
Then maids and youths shall linger here,
10 And while its sounds at distance swell,

1. Collins is presumably thinking of those who lost 2. I.e., Thomson himself. The Druids, an order of
their lives defending England in 1745, when the priests in ancient Britain, had been idealized by
Scotch Jacobites, led by Bonnie Prince Charlie, Thomson as poet-philosophers of nature. Druidic
penetrated to within 127 miles of London. circles like Stonehenge remain standing in En-
1. James Thomson died in 1748 and was buried in gland, and Collins’s Ode itself might be said to have
the parish church of Richmond, a village on the a circular form (the same beginning and ending).
Thames near London. Collins memorializes the 3. The year pays tribute to Thomson because he
poet, who was his friend, both by imagining a visit wrote The Seasons.
to his grave and by filling his own verses with rem- 4. Thomson had helped to popularize the Aeolian
iniscences of Thomson’s poetry. harp, which is played by the wind.
2 / William Collins

Shall sadly seem in pity’s ear


To hear the woodland pilgrim’s knell.
4
Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore
When Thames in summer wreaths is dressed,
15 And oft suspend the dashing oar
To bid his gentle spirit rest!
5
And oft as ease and health retire
To breezy lawn or forest deep,
The friend shall view yon whitening spire,5
20 And mid the varied landscape weep.
6
But thou, who own’st that earthy bed,
Ah! what will every dirge avail?
Or tears, which love and pity shed
That mourn beneath the gliding sail!
7
25 Yet lives there one, whose heedless eye
Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimmering near?
With him, sweet bard, may fancy die,
And joy desert the blooming year.
8
But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide
30 No sedge-crowned sisters6 now attend,
Now waft me from the green hill’s side,
Whose cold turf hides the buried friend!
9
And see, the fairy valleys fade,
Dun night has veiled the solemn view!
35 —Yet once again, dear parted shade,
Meek nature’s child, again adieu!
10
The genial meads,° assigned to bless fostering meadows
Thy life, shall mourn thy early doom,
Their hinds° and shepherd girls shall dress peasants
40 With simple hands thy rural tomb.
11
Long, long, thy stone and pointed7 clay
Shall melt the musing Briton’s eyes,
“O! vales and wild woods,” shall he say,
“In yonder grave your Druid lies!”

1749

5. Richmond Church, seen from the water. deserted the Thames since Thomson’s death.
6. Naiads, or river nymphs, supposed to have 7. I.e., pointed out to visitors.

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