... this ... 1807. And MS. letter, D. W. to Lady Beaumont, Nov. 15, 1806. [9] 1827. Do they betray us when they're seen? and ... 1807. And MS. letter, D. W. to Lady Beaumont, Nov. 15, 1806. [10] 1807. ... cannot yield ... MS. [11] 1807. Or is it but unwelcome thought! that these Spectators rude, Poor in estate, of manners base, men of the multitude, Have souls which never yet have risen, and therefore prostrate lie, Not to be lifted up at once to power and majesty? MS. letter, D. W. to Lady Beaumont, Nov. 15, 1806. [12] 1807. Or does some deep and earnest joy ... MS. letter, D. W. to Lady Beaumont, Nov. 15, 1806. [13] 1807. Whate'er the cause may be, ... MS. letter, D. W. to Lady Beaumont, Nov. 15, 1806. [14] 1827. ... turns, ... 1807. And MS. letter, D. W. to Lady Beaumont, Nov. 15, 1806. FOOTNOTES: [A] "Compare Shelley's statement in _Julian and Maddalo_--where he speaks of material not spiritual voyaging--that coming homeward 'always makes the spirit tame'" (Professor Dowden). "YES, IT WAS THE MOUNTAIN ECHO" Composed 1806.--Published 1807 [Written at Town-end, Grasmere. The echo came from Nab-scar, when I was walking on the opposite side of Rydal Mere. I will here mention, for my dear Sister's sake, that, while she was sitting alone one day high up on this part of Loughrigg Fell, she was so affected by the voice of the Cuckoo heard from the crags at some distance that she could not suppress a wish to have a stone inscribed with her name among the rocks from which the sound proceeded. On my return from my walk I recited these verses to Mrs. Wordsworth.--I. F.] Classed among the "Poems of the Imagination."--ED. Yes, it was the mountain Echo, Solitary, clear, profound, Answering to the shouting Cuckoo, Giving to her sound for sound![1] [2] Unsolicited reply 5 To a babbling wanderer sent;[3] Like her ordinary cry, Like--but oh, how different! Hears not also mortal Life? Hear not we, unthinking Creatures! 10 Slaves of folly, love, or strife-- Voices of two different natures? Have not _we_[4] too?--yes, we have Answers, and we know not whence; Echoes from beyond the grave, 15 Recognised intelligence! Such rebounds our inward ear[A] Catches sometimes from afar--[5] Listen, ponder, hold them dear;[6] For of God,--of God they are. 20