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 Ode-Ode poem-Ode to a nightingale:

 The full title of the present poem is 'Ode : 

Intimations of Immortality from Recollection of Early Childhood'. The poem is in eleven stanzas containg 204 lines. The present extract is stanza IX. Partly composed in 1802 and partly in 1804, 'Intimations of Immortality' is one of the noblest poems of Wordsworth. 

Around the year 1802 the poet was facing a spiritual crisis. The 'visionary experiences' that he had come across as an adolescent and a young man, and which were the source of his 'deepest illumination' were gradually losing their shine and glory.The present poem gives expression to the poet's spiritual crisis, the causes of the lost glory and an answer to the poet's problem. C.M. Bowra in The Romantic Imagination observes that the first part (sts. , I-IV) presents the crisis ,the second (sts. ,V-VIII) attempts an explanation, the third and concluding part (sts.,IX-XI ) offers a consolation . Though "the radiance.. once so bright" is no more, yet all is not lost ; Nature will still 'uphold' and *cherish' us is the message that the poem conveys. 11.3.2 The Text O joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest; Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : 

Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised; But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of our seeing: Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence ; truths that wake, To perish never.