Fragment 5: Whom should I choose for my Judge?
Whom should I choose for my Judge? the earnest, impersonal reader,
Who, in the work, forgets me and the world and himself!
Ye who have eyes to detect, and Gall to Chastise the imperfect,
Have you the heart, too, that loves, feels and rewards the Compleat?
What is the meed of thy Song? 'Tis the ceaseless, the thousandfold Echo
Which from the welcoming Hearts of the Pure repeats and prolongs it,
Each with a different Tone, compleat or in musical fragments.
With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots,
Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots;
Rhyme's sturdy cripple, fancy's maze and clue,
If I had but two little wings
And were a little feathery bird,
To you I'd fly, my dear!
When they did greet me Father, sudden Awe
Weigh'd down my spirit! I retired and knelt
Seeking the throne of grace, but inly felt
My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined
Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is
To sit beside our Cot, our Cot o’ergrown
For shame, dear friend, renounce this canting strai …
What would'st thou have a good great man obtain?
Place? titles? salary? a gilded chain?
Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn?
Where may the grave of that good man be?—
By the side of a spring, on the breast of Helvellyn
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
It hath not been my use to pray
With moving lips or bended knees;
The Raven 1798
Underneath an old oak tree
There was of swine a huge company
That grunted as they crunched the mast: