The following is from Dorothy Wordsworth's Journal:--"Thursday, 13th July. Dunkirk.--We entered Bruges by a long gently-winding street, and were so animated with pleasure in our hasty course that it seemed we too soon reached the inn. W. and Mr. M. walked out immediately, eager to view the city in the warm light of the setting sun.... "Continued to walk through the silent town till ten o'clock--no carts--no chaises--a cloistral silence felt in every corner and every open space, yet the large square was scattered over with groups of people; or passengers walking to and fro, no lights in the houses!"--ED. VARIANTS: [Footnote 474: 1837. 'Tis passed away;--and now the sunless hour, That slowly introducing peaceful night 1822. 'Tis past; and now the grave and sunless hour, That, slowly making way for peaceful night, 1832. ] [Footnote 475: 1827. Offers her beauty, her magnificence, 1822. ] [Footnote 476: 1827. And all the graces ... 1822. ] III BRUGÈS The Spirit of Antiquity--enshrined In sumptuous buildings, vocal in sweet song, In picture, speaking with heroic tongue,[477] And with devout solemnities entwined-- Mounts to[478] the seat of grace within the mind: 5 Hence Forms that glide[479] with swan-like ease along, Hence motions, even amid the vulgar throng, To an harmonious decency confined: As if the streets were consecrated ground, The city one vast temple, dedicate 10 To mutual respect in thought and deed; To leisure, to forbearances sedate; To social cares from jarring passions freed; A deeper[480] peace than that in deserts found! See the note to the last sonnet. The following is from Mrs. Wordsworth's Journal:--"Friday, 14th. Bruges.--Rose at five o'clock, paced the town again, and visited, but with disturbed mind (for I had left William in bed hurting himself with a sonnet), the churches of St. Salvador and Notre Dame.... I joined W. in our carriage, and have here written down the sonnet, Jones' Parsonage, so I hope he will be at rest."