upon the occasion that suggested these verses. I did not hear the sound till Mr Robinson had twice or thrice directed my attention to it.] LIST 'twas the Cuckoo.-O with what delight Far off and faint, and melting into air, Yet not to be mistaken. Hark again! Those louder cries give notice that the Bird, Although invisible as Echo's self,t Is wheeling hitherward. Thanks, happy Creature, While allured From vale to hill, from hill to vale led on, We have pursued, through various lands, a long Most fair, most welcome, when they drank the dew Of Ilex, or, if better suited to the hour, Their love-songs; but, where'er my feet might roam, of Chuisi, where Orlando lived."-(Mrs Oliphant's Francis of Assisi, chap. xvi., p. 248.) See also Herzog's Real-Encyklopädie für Protestantische Theologie und Kirche, Vol. IV., p. 655.-ED. * Compare To the Cuckoo (Vol. III. p. 2).—ED. + Compare "No bird but an invisible thing." -(Vol. III. p. 2.)-ED. From the difference in the colour of each side of the leaf, a grove of olives when wind-tossed is pre-eminently a "twinkling canopy."-ED. Whate'er assemblages of new and old, For see, Laverna! mark the far-famed Pile, Dead to the world and scorning earth-born joys, Nay-though the hopes that drew, the fears that drove, St Francis, far from Man's resort, to abide Among these sterile heights of Apennine, † Bound him, nor, since he raised yon House, have ceased To bind his spiritual Progeny, with rules Stringent as flesh can tolerate and live;‡ His milder Genius (thanks to the good God * See note, p. 63.-Ed. + St Francis of Assisi, founder of the order of Friars Minors, after establishing numerous monasteries in Italy, Spain, and France, resigned his office and retired to this, one of the highest of the Apennine heights. See note, p. 63. He was canonized in 1230. Henry Crabbe Robinson tells us, "It was at Laverna that he (W. W.) led me to expect that he had found a subject on which he could write, and that was the love which birds bore to St Francis. He repeated to me a short time afterwards a few lines, which I do not recollect amongst those he has written on St Francis in this poem. On the journey, one night only I heard him in bed composing verses, and on the following day 1 offered to be his amanuensis; but I was not patient enough, I fear, and he did not employ me a second time. He made enquiries for St Francis's biography, as if he would dub him his Leibheiliger (body-saint), as Goethe (saying that every one must have one) declared St Philip Neri to be his." See Memoirs of Wordsworth, Vol. II., p. 331.-ED. The characteristic feature of the Franciscan order was its vow of Poverty, and Francis desired that it should be taken in the most rigorous sense, viz., that no individual member of the fraternity, nor the fraternity itself, should be allowed to possess any property whatsoever, even in things necessary to human use.-ED. That made us) over those severe restraints For earth through heaven, for heaven, by changeful earth Rapt though He were above the power of sense, So pure, so fraught with knowledge and delight, As to be likened in his Follower's minds To that which our first Parents, ere the fall From their high state darkened the Earth with fear, Then question not that, 'mid the austere Band, Do still survive,* and, with those gentle hearts Of a baptised imagination, prompt The members of the Franciscan order were the Stoics of Christendom. The order has been powerful, and of great service to the Roman Churchalike in literature, and in practical action and enterprise.-ED. To catch from Nature's humblest monitors Thus sensitive must be the Monk, though pale If they received into a conscious ear The notes whose first faint greeting startled me, My heart-may have been moved like me to think, On the great Prophet, styled the Voice of One Crying amid the wilderness, and given, Now that their snows must melt, their herbs and flowers Revive, their obstinate winter pass away, That awful name to Thee, thee, simple Cuckoo, Wandering in solitude, and evermore Foretelling and proclaiming, ere thou leave To carry thy glad tidings over heights Still loftier, and to climes more near the Pole. Voice of the Desert, fare-thee-well; sweet Bird! XV. AT THE CONVENT OF CAMALDOLI.* GRIEVE for the Man who hither came bereft, Nor grieve the less that skill to him was left * This famous sanctuary was the original establishment of Saint Romualdo (or Rumwald, as our ancestors saxonised the name) in the 11th century, the ground (campo) being given by a Count Maldo. The Camaldolensi, however, have spread wide as a branch of Benedictines, and may therefore be classed among the gentlemen of the monastic orders. The society comprehends two orders, monks and hermits; symbolised by their arms, two doves drinking out of the same cup. The monastery in which the monks here reside is beautifully situated, but a large unattractive edifice, not unlike a factory. The hermitage is placed in a loftier and wilder region of the forest. It comprehends between 20 and 30 distinct residences, each including for its single hermit an inclosed piece of ground and three very small apartments. There are days of indulgence when the hermit may quit his cell, and when old age arrives, he descends from the mountain and takes his abode among the monks. My companion had, in the year 1831, fallen in with the monk, the subject of these two sonnets, who showed him his abode among the hermits. It is from him that I received the following particulars. He was then about 40 years of age, but his appearance was that of an older man. He had been a painter by profession, but on taking orders changed his name from Santi to Raffaello, perhaps with an unconscious reference as |