[Poetry Chaikhana] William Wordsworth - Such was the Boy--but for the growing Youth (from The Excursion, Book 1)

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Such was the Boy--but for the growing Youth (from The Excursion, Book 1) By William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)   Such was the Boy--but for the growing Youth What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up, and bathe the world in light! He looked-- Ocean and earth, the solid frame of earth And ocean's liquid mass, in gladness lay Beneath him:--Far and wide the clouds were touched, And in their silent faces could he read Unutterable love. Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy; his spirit drank The spectacle: sensation, soul, and form, All melted into him; they swallowed up His animal being; in them did he live, And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not; in enjoyment it expired. No thanks he breathed, he proffered no request; Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!   -- from Complete Poetical Works, by William Wordsworth Amazon.com / Photo by nataliekbeats /

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Hi Omss -

No commentary. Nothing to say. Except to urge you not to rush through these lines. Take them phrase by phrase and drink them in.

Lines that stand out to me:

Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun
Rise up, and bathe the world in light!

Ocean and earth, the solid frame of earth
And ocean's liquid mass, in gladness lay
Beneath him

Far and wide the clouds were touched,
And in their silent faces could he read
Unutterable love.

All melted into him

In such access of mind, in such high hour
Of visitation from the living God,
Thought was not; in enjoyment it expired.

Rapt into still communion that transcends
The imperfect offices of prayer and praise,
His mind was a thanksgiving to the power
That made him

That's better prayer than a memorized formula.

Awe before the living majesty all around us that throws us into blissful silence, that is true prayer. When the heart, viewing the vastness and diversity of form is opened so wide it witnesses the Formless, that is true prayer.

We are all bathed in that light, we just need to look from some bold headland.

Ivan

 

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