| | Here once again, remote from human noise, I sit me down to think of former joys; Pause on each scene, each treasured scene, once more, And once again each infant walk explore: While as each grove and lawn I recognise, My melted soul suffuses in my eyes.
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This writing is emotive in the most immediate sense: "Pause on each scene, each treasured scene" is directly mimetic of the breath being caught in a sob. Sobs and sighs are prominent:
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| | Yet e'en round Childhood's heart, a thoughtless shrine, Affection's little thread will ever twine; And though but frail may seem each tender tie, The soul foregoes them but with many a sigh
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The religious terminology in these passages, as all through the poem, is not religious in function. The soul, conceived theologically, cannot melt; but here it signifies the faculty of being moved by tender emotion, just as the "shrine" of childhood's heart has no otherworldly purpose. However much we may be assured of Kirk White's piety (the memoirs are deferentially insistent on this), there is nothing Christian in this writing. Neither is death otherworldly:
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| | For thou art gone, and I am left below Alone to struggle through this world of woe.
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The ambiguity of "gone" is wholly appropriate: it does not really matter whether George is dead or merely absenthis companionship has been lost. The possible deaths for George with which the poem toys ("Methinks I see thee struggling with the wave," "Forlorn and sad thou bendst thy weary way," etc.) are aestheticized possibilities, brief scenes unfolded not for their possible truth but so that the melted soul will suffuse in the eyes. George's death, in other words, has nothing to do with George: attention is not on the fact that he is saved from the world but on the world deprived of himor rather, of the generalized idea of him. Poems, as I remarked earlier, are not about people.
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Kirk White's talents were certainly moderate, and he has here written a conventionally touching poem. I have little doubt that this poem is the sort
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