Helen Darbishire and Ernest De Selincourt (eds), The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Vol. 4: Evening Voluntaries; Itinerary Poems of 1833; Poems of Sentiment and Reflection; Sonnets Dedicated to Liberty and Order; Miscellaneous Poems; Inscriptions; Selections From Chaucer; Poems Referring to the Period of Old Age; Epitaphs and Elegiac Pieces; Ode-Intimations of Immortality (Second Edition)
- 1"There!" said a Stripling, pointing with meet pride
- 2Towards a low roof with green trees half concealed,
- 3"Is Mosgiel Farm; and that's the very field
- 4Where Burns ploughed up the Daisy." Far and wide
- 5A plain below stretched seaward, while, descried
- 6pg 45Above sea-clouds, the Peaks of Arran rose;
- 7And, by that simple notice, the repose
- 8Of earth, sky, sea, and air, was vivified.
- Critical Apparatus9Beneath "the random bield of clod or stone"
- 10Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower
- 11Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour
- 12Have passed away; less happy than the One
- 13That, by the unwilling ploughshare, died to prove
- 14The tender charm of poetry and love.
XXXVII. MS. gives the title Burns' Daisy
p. 44. XXXVII. "There!" said a Stripling: "Mosgiel was thus pointed out to me by a young man on the top of the coach on my way from Glasgow to Kilmarnock. It is remarkable that, though Burns lived some time here, and during much the most productive period of his poetical life, he nowhere adverts to the splendid prospects stretching towards the sea and bounded by the peaks of Arran on one part, which in clear weather he must have had daily before his eyes. Yet this is easily explained. In one of his poetical effusions he speaks of describing 'fair Nature's face' as a privilege on which he sets a high value; nevertheless, natural appearances rarely take a lead in his poetry. It is as a human being, eminently sensitive and intelligent, and not as a Poet, clad in his priestly robes and carrying the ensigns of sacerdotal office, that he interests and affects us. Whether he speaks of rivers, hills, and woods, it is not so much on account of the properties with which they are absolutely endowed, as relatively to local patriotic remembrances and associations, or as they ministered to personal feelings, especially those of love, whether happy or otherwise;—yet it is not always so. Soon after we had passed Mosgiel Farm we crossed the Ayr, murmuring and winding through a narrow woody hollow. His line—'Auld hermit Ayr strays through his woods'—came at once to my mind with Irwin, Lugar, Ayr, and Doon,—Ayrshire streams over which he breathes a sigh as being unnamed in song; and surely his own attempts to make them known were as successful as his heart could desire."—I. F.
9. "the random bield of clod or stone"] From Burns, To a Mountain Daisy, iv.:
- But thou beneath the random bield
- O' clod or stone.
"Bield" is the dialect word for shelter, often found in place-names in the Lake District. v. note to Epistle to Sir G. H. Beaumont, 1. 175 (p. 147). Cf. The Shepherd of Bield Crag: Note to Exc. vi. 1114, Vol. V.