The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth
Chapter 237 : 1815. In white sleevd s.h.i.+rts are playing by the score, And even this little Rivers

1815.

In white sleev'd s.h.i.+rts are playing by the score, And even this little River's gentle roar, 1807.]

FOOTNOTE ON THE TEXT

[Footnote A: At the beginning of Dorothy Wordsworth's 'Journal of a Tour on the Continent' in 1820, she writes (July 10, 1820):

"When within a mile of Dover saw crowds of people at a cricket match, the numerous combatants dressed in 'white-sleeved s.h.i.+rts;' and it was in the very same field, where, when we 'trod the gra.s.s of England once again,' twenty years ago, we had seen an a.s.semblage of youths, engaged in the same sport, so very like the present that all might have been the same. (See my brother's sonnet.)"

Ed.]

Dorothy Wordsworth writes in her Journal,

"On Sunday, the 29th of August, we left Calais, at twelve o'clock in the morning, and landed at Dover at one on Monday the 30th. It was very pleasant to me, when we were in the harbour at Dover, to breathe the fresh air, and to look up and see the stars among the ropes of the vessel. The next day was very hot, we bathed, and sat upon the Dover Cliffs, and looked upon France with many a melancholy and tender thought. We could see the sh.o.r.es almost as plain as if it were but an English lake. We mounted the coach, and arrived in London at six, the 30th August."

Ed.

SEPTEMBER 1, 1802

Composed September 1, 1802.--Published 1807 [A]

Among the capricious acts of Tyranny that disgraced these times, was the chasing of all Negroes from France by decree of the Government: we had a Fellow-pa.s.senger who was one of the expelled.--W. W. 1827.

We had a female Pa.s.senger who came [1]

From Calais with us, spotless [2] in array, A white-robed Negro, [3] like a lady gay, Yet downcast [4] as a woman fearing blame; Meek, dest.i.tute, as seemed, of hope or aim [5] 5 She sate, from notice turning not away, But on all proffered intercourse did lay [6]

A weight of languid speech, or to the same No sign of answer made by word or face: Yet still her eyes retained their tropic fire, 10 That, burning independent of the mind, Joined with the l.u.s.tre of her rich attire To mock the Outcast--O ye Heavens, be kind!

And feel, thou Earth, for this afflicted Race![7]

VARIANTS ON THE TEXT

[Variant 1:

1845.

We had a fellow-pa.s.senger that came 1803.

... who ... 1807.

Driven from the soil of France, a Female came 1827.

The edition of 1838 returns to the text of 1807, but the edition of 1840 reverts to that of 1827.]

[Variant 2:

1845.

... gaudy ... 1803.

... brilliant ... 1827.]

[Variant 3:

1845.

A negro woman, ... 1803.]

[Variant 4:

1827.

Yet silent ... 1803.]

[Variant 5:

1827.

Dejected, downcast, meek, and more than tame: 1803.

Dejected, meek, yea pitiably tame, 1807.]

[Variant 6: