Animal Tranquillity and Decay

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Animal Tranquillity and Decay

A Sketch

The little hedge-row birds

That peck along the road, regard him not.

He travels on, and in his face, his step,

His gait, is one expression; every limb,

His look and bending figure, all bespeak

A man who does not move with pain, but moves

With thought.⁠—He is insensibly subdued

To settled quiet: he is one by whom

All effort seems forgotten; one to whom

Long patience hath such mild composure given,

That patience now doth seem a thing of which

He hath no need. He is by nature led

To peace so perfect, that the young behold

With envy, what the Old Man hardly feels.

—I asked him whither he was bound, and what

The object of his journey: he replied

That he was going many miles to take

A last leave of his Son, a Mariner,

Who from a sea-fight had been brought to Falmouth,

And there was dying in an hospital.