815.
... in ... 1807.]
[Variant 2:
1836.
... I woke,
With the first word I had to spare
I said to her, "Beneath your Cloak
What's that which on your arm you bear?" 1807.
"What treasure," said I,"do you bear,
Beneath the covert of your Cloak
Protected from the cold damp air?" 1820.]
[Variant 3:
1807.
"I had a Son,--the waves might roar,
He feared them not, a Sailor gay!
But he will cross the waves no more: 1820.
... cross the deep ... 1827.
The text of 1832 returns to that of 1807. [a]]
[Variant 4:
1827.
And I have been as far as Hull, to see
What clothes he might have left, or other property. 1807.
And I have travelled far as Hull, to see 1815.
And I have travelled many miles to see
If aught which he had owned might still remain for me. 1820.]
[Variant 5:
1845.
This Singing-bird hath gone ... 1807.
... had gone ... 1820.]
[Variant 6:
1827.
As it might be, perhaps, from bodings of his mind. 1807.]
[Variant 7:
1827.
Till he came back again; and there 1807.]
[Variant 8:
1827.
I trail ... 1807.]
* * * * *
SUB-FOOTNOTE ON THE TEXT
[Sub-Footnote a: This return, in 1832, to the original text of the poem
was due to Barren Field's criticism, the justice of which Wordsworth
admitted.--Ed.]
In the Wordsworth household this poem went by the name
of "The Singing Bird" as well as 'The Sailor's Mother'.
"Thursday (March 11th).--A fine morning. William worked at the poem of
'The Singing Bird.' ..."
"Friday (March 12th).--William finished his poem of 'The Singing
Bird.'"
(Dorothy Wordsworth's Grasmere Journal.)--Ed.
* * * * *
ALICE FELL; OR, POVERTY [A]
Composed March 12th and 13th, 1802.--Published 1807
[Written to gratify Mr. Graham of Glasgow, brother of the author of 'The
Sabbath'. He was a zealous coadjutor of Mr. Clarkson, and a man of
ardent humanity. The incident had happened to himself, and he urged me
to put it into verse, for humanity's sake. The humbleness, meanness if
you like, of the subject, together with the homely mode of treating it,
brought upon me a world of ridicule by the small critics, so that in
policy I excluded it from many editions of my poems, till it was
rest
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