For yet above the wafted clouds are seen
(In a remoter sky still more serene)
Others detached in ranges through the air,
Spotless as snow and countless as they're fair;
Scattered immensely wide from east to west
The beauteous semblance of a flock at rest.
This is almost the only passage in the poem in which something
of the vastness of visible nature is conveyed. He saw the
vastness only in the sky on nights with a full moon or when he
made a telescope of his hat to watch the flight of the lark.
It was not a hilly country about his native place, and his
horizon was a very limited one, usually bounded by the
hedgerow timber at the end of the level field. The things he
depicts were seen at short range, and the poetry, we see, was
of a very modest kind. It was a "humble note" which pleased
me in the days of long ago when I was young and very ignorant,
and as it pleases me still it may be supposed that mentally I
have not progressed with the years. Nevertheless, I am not
incapable of appreciating the greater music; all that is said
in its praise, even to the extremest expressions of admiration
of those who are moved to a sense of wonder by it, find an
echo in me. But it is not only a delight to me to listen to
the lark singing at heaven's gate and to the vesper
nightingale in the oak copse--the singer of a golden throat
and wondrous artistry; I also love the smaller vocalists--the
modest shufewing and the lesser whitethroat and the
yellowhammer with his simple chant.
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