Resolution and Independence

By William Wordsworth
‘Resolution and Independence’ is one of the important poems of Wordsworth. It is a lyric poem
composed in the year 1802 and published in 1807 in his collection Poems in Two Volumes.

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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth is one of the most renowned and influential Romantic poets.

He was England's Poet Laureate from 1843 until his death in 1850.

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Central Message: The enduring spirit of humankind.

Themes: Journey, Wellness

Speaker: The poet.

Emotions Evoked: Depression, Happiness

Poetic Form: Narrative

Time Period: 19th Century

This poem is one of determination and inspiration. The poet finds both of these things within an
unusual character - a leech-gatherer.
Poem Analyzed by Miz Alb

M.A. in English Literature

‘Resolution and Independence’ also has another title, leech gatherer, for Wordsworth deals with
a leech-gatherer whom he and Dorothy had met during their trip to Scotland. Subsequently, the
title stands to represent the old man’s resolution and independence as well as the resolution of
the narrator himself.
Wordsworth is well-known for combining natural images, as seen in this poem, with very
thoughtful discussions of life and death. In this poem, make sure you consider the ways that
death always remains a part of the equation, even when the poet starts to feel more optimistic.

Resolution and Independence

William Wordsworth

There was a roaring in the wind all night;The rain came heavily and fell in
floods;But now the sun is rising calm and bright;The birds are singing in the
distant woods;Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods;The Jay makes
answer as the Magpie chatters;And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of
waters.

All things that love the sun are out of doors;The sky rejoices in the
morning's birth;The grass is bright with rain-drops;—on the moorsThe hare is
running races in her mirth;And with her feet she from the plashy earthRaises a
mist, that, glittering in the sun,Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth
run.

I was a Traveller then upon the moor;I saw the hare that raced about with
joy;I heard the woods and distant waters roar;Or heard them not, as happy as a
boy:The pleasant season did my heart employ:My old remembrances went from me
wholly;And all the ways of men, so vain and melancholy.

But, as it sometimes chanceth, from the mightOf joys in minds that can no
further go,As high as we have mounted in delightIn our dejection do we sink as
low;To me that morning did it happen so;And fears and fancies thick upon me
came;Dim sadness—and blind thoughts, I knew not, nor could name.

I heard the sky-lark warbling in the sky;And I bethought me of the playful

hare:Even such a happy Child of earth am I;Even as these blissful creatures do
I fare;Far from the world I walk, and from all care;But there may come another
day to me—Solitude, pain of heart, distress, and poverty.

My whole life I have lived in pleasant thought,As if life's business were a

summer mood;As if all needful things would come unsoughtTo genial faith, still
rich in genial good;But how can He expect that others shouldBuild for him, sow
for him, and at his callLove him, who for himself will take no heed at all?

I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy,The sleepless Soul that perished

in his pride;Of Him who walked in glory and in joyFollowing his plough, along
the mountain-side:By our own spirits are we deified:We Poets in our youth
begin in gladness;But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

Now, whether it were by peculiar grace,A leading from above, a something

given,Yet it befell that, in this lonely place,When I with these untoward
thoughts had striven,Beside a pool bare to the eye of heavenI saw a Man before
me unawares:The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.

As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lieCouched on the bald top of an

eminence;Wonder to all who do the same espy,By what means it could thither
come, and whence;So that it seems a thing endued with sense:Like a sea-beast
crawled forth, that on a shelfOf rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself;
Such seemed this Man, not all alive nor dead,Nor all asleep—in his extreme old
age:His body was bent double, feet and headComing together in life's
pilgrimage;As if some dire constraint of pain, or rageOf sickness felt by him
in times long past,A more than human weight upon his frame had cast.

Himself he propped, limbs, body, and pale face,Upon a long grey staff of
shaven wood:And, still as I drew near with gentle pace,Upon the margin of that
moorish floodMotionless as a cloud the old Man stood,That heareth not the loud
winds when they call,And moveth all together, if it move at all.

At length, himself unsettling, he the pondStirred with his staff, and fixedly
did lookUpon the muddy water, which he conned,As if he had been reading in a
book:And now a stranger's privilege I took;And, drawing to his side, to him
did say,"This morning gives us promise of a glorious day."

A gentle answer did the old Man make,In courteous speech which forth he slowly
drew:And him with further words I thus bespake,"What occupation do you there
pursue?This is a lonesome place for one like you."Ere he replied, a flash of
mild surpriseBroke from the sable orbs of his yet-vivid eyes.

His words came feebly, from a feeble chest,But each in solemn order followed
each,With something of a lofty utterance drest—Choice word and measured
phrase, above the reachOf ordinary men; a stately speech;Such as grave Livers
do in Scotland use,Religious men, who give to God and man their dues.

He told, that to these waters he had comeTo gather leeches, being old and
poor:Employment hazardous and wearisome!And he had many hardships to
endure:From pond to pond he roamed, from moor to moor;Housing, with God's good
help, by choice or chance;And in this way he gained an honest maintenance.

The old Man still stood talking by my side;But now his voice to me was like a
streamScarce heard; nor word from word could I divide;And the whole body of
the Man did seemLike one whom I had met with in a dream;Or like a man from
some far region sent,To give me human strength, by apt admonishment.

My former thoughts returned: the fear that kills;And hope that is unwilling to
be fed;Cold, pain, and labour, and all fleshly ills;And mighty Poets in their
misery dead.—Perplexed, and longing to be comforted,My question eagerly did I
renew,"How is it that you live, and what is it you do?"

He with a smile did then his words repeat;And said that, gathering leeches,
far and wideHe travelled; stirring thus about his feetThe waters of the pools
where they abide."Once I could meet with them on every side;But they have
dwindled long by slow decay;Yet still I persevere, and find them where I may."

While he was talking thus, the lonely place,The old Man's shape, and speech—
all troubled me:In my mind's eye I seemed to see him paceAbout the weary moors
continually,Wandering about alone and silently.While I these thoughts within
myself pursued,He, having made a pause, the same discourse renewed.

And soon with this he other matter blended,Cheerfully uttered, with demeanour
kind,But stately in the main; and, when he ended,I could have laughed myself
to scorn to findIn that decrepit Man so firm a mind."God," said I, "be my help
and stay secure;I'll think of the Leech-gatherer on the lonely moor!"

Explore Resolution and Independence

  1 Summary
 2 Themes
 3 Form and Structure
 4 Tone and Mood
 5 Literary and Poetic Devices
 6 Analysis, Stanza by Stanza
 7 Similar Poetry

Summary
‘Resolution and Independence’ is a deeply moving poem by Wordsworth that teaches the value
of faith, resolution, and independence through the life of an old leech gatherer the narrator meets
in the poem.

In ‘Resolution and Independence’, Wordsworth deals with a leech gatherer who he met during
his walks through the countryside after a night of rain. The poem begins with the positivity of
nature. But soon, the poet’s mood reflects upon the balance of life between happiness and
sorrow.

Despite the happiness around him, he worries about life ending in despondency and madness.
Soon, this thought of him takes an opposite turn when the poet meets with the old man who is
weak yet works with resolution and lives an honest life. The poet resolves not to give in to
misery but to live independently with a firm mind similar to that of the leech gatherer.

Themes
Nature and the joy of nature is the prominent theme of Wordsworth’s poetry, and so does in
‘Resolution and Independence’ too. Though the poet speaks of the old man in most parts of the
poem, the central theme revolves around the poet and his thoughts. Wordsworth conveys his
intended message through the old man in the poem. So, the central theme of the poem is the need
for resolution and independence in the face of old age and acute suffering.

Form and Structure

‘Resolution and Independence’ is a lyric poem. The poem is written in 20 stanzas of seven lines
each. Iambic pentameter is used in the lines with an extra iamb in the seventh line. The poem
uses the rhyme scheme ABABBCC unanimously in all the stanzas.

Tone and Mood

The tone and mood of the poem are expressed through the figurative language the poet uses in
the poem. He begins the poem with a positive tone and mood. The positive mood of the poem is
projected through the idyllic imagery in the first three stanzas to represent the joy of nature.
Later, it moves towards melancholy and despair in the latter part of the poem. In stanzas four and
five, the mood of the poet is sinking into a melancholy that carries over to despair in the seventh
stanza. Finally, ends the poem with a hopeful resolution when he too decides to follow suit with
the old man in his independent attitude.

Literary and Poetic Devices

Imagery is the major Literary Device used in ‘Resolution and Independence.’ A good example of
this can be found in the second stanza, where the poet describes the Hare’s activity. “The hare is
running races in her mirth; / And with her feet she from the plashy earth / Raises a mist, that,
glittering in the sun, / Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.”

There are other literary devices, too, such as alliteration, onomatopoeia, and Simile in the poem.
Alliteration is found in the lines “choice or chance” and “moor to moor.” Onomatopoeia “roar,”
“raced,” and “warbling” provide the listener with more appreciation through sensory details and
vivid imagery.

Wordsworth employed a long simile in stanza nine to describe the leech gatherer as alive but
almost not alive. Here, he is compared to “a huge stone/ couched on the bald top of an
eminence.” Also, he used the sea beast as a simile for the stone in “a sea- beast crawled forth.”

Analysis, Stanza by Stanza

Stanza One

There was a roaring in the wind all night;

The rain came heavily and fell in floods;

But now the sun is rising calm and bright;

The birds are singing in the distant woods;

Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods;

The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters;

And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.

Wordsworth begins the poem with the description of the joyous atmosphere of Nature. The poet
contrasts the roaring wind and rain with the sunrise, which is calm and bright. As the day breaks
calmly, the birds, Stock-dove, Jay, and Magpie express their joy with the happy chatter.
Alongside, he also hears the pleasant noise of water filled in the air. Altogether, the poet too,
feels excited along with the blissful nature.
Stanza Two

All things that love the sun are out of doors;

The sky rejoices in the morning’s birth;

The grass is bright with rain-drops;—on the moors

The hare is running races in her mirth;

And with her feet she from the plashy earth

Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun,

Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.

In the second stanza, too, the poet continues with the description of nature. He sees all things out
of doors being in full spirit and describes a hare in the moor running and rejoicing the morning’s
birth. He beautifully captures how the hare raises a mist as it runs. According to him, it is not the
first time it has done that, but every other time it runs. This stanza presents the morning as a time
of promise that gives joy to every living creature.

Stanza Three

I was a Traveller then upon the moor;

I saw the hare that raced about with joy;

I heard the woods and distant waters roar;

Or heard them not, as happy as a boy:

The pleasant season did my heart employ:

My old remembrances went from me wholly;

And all the ways of men, so vain and melancholy.

Wordsworth uses the first person ‘I’ in this stanza to give a personal feel to the poem. Into the
description of nature, Wordsworth brings himself, for he is witnessing the scene so far. He is a
traveler who wanders listlessly in the moor and sees the hare running. He was so happy to be out
in the pleasant weather, for he forgot all his gloomy thoughts and vain manners of people while
engrossed in the scenes around him.

Stanza Four
But, as it sometimes chanceth, from the might

Of joys in minds that can no further go,

As high as we have mounted in delight

In our dejection do we sink as low;

To me that morning did it happen so;

And fears and fancies thick upon me came;

Dim sadness—and blind thoughts, I knew not, nor could name.

In stanza five, the poet speaks of his fear of depression and sorrow that he feels await him at the
end of his happiness. As it often happens, excess happiness is followed by sad and gloomy
thoughts; here, the poet experiences the same. Happiness has its own limitations, and so does the
morning. So it turns out that he has experienced an imaginary fear and unexplained sadness
overpowering him. This sadness sank him low, in contrast to the happiness that made him feel
high.

Stanza Five

I heard the sky-lark warbling in the sky;

And I bethought me of the playful hare:

Even such a happy Child of earth am I;

Even as these blissful creatures do I fare;

Far from the world I walk, and from all care;

But there may come another day to me—

Solitude, pain of heart, distress, and poverty.

In the fifth stanza, the poet, amidst “the sky-lark warbling in the sky,” compares himself to “the
playful hare.” He also compares himself to a happy child of earth to project how happy he is at
the moment. As he enjoys the blissful morning he feels far from the world, also “from all care.’
While he is thinking of the joyous side of his life, he is reminded of that other kind of day that
might come to him: A day of ‘solitude, the pain of heart, distress, and poverty.”

Stanza Six

My whole life I have lived in pleasant thought,

As if life’s business were a summer mood;

As if all needful things would come unsought

To genial faith, still rich in genial good;

But how can He expect that others should

Build for him, sow for him, and at his call

Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?

The poet now recalls how his life has been in perfect happiness, like that of “a summer, mood.”
He thinks of life and how gratuitously it has come to him as if he is on a holiday, which is meant
only to be enjoyed, and he would get everything without making any attempt to get it. Then he
thinks of the possibility of God’s infinite goodwill and of how long it could last if he fails to take
care of himself and expects others to take care of himself.

Stanza Seven

I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy,

The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride;

Of Him who walked in glory and in joy

Following his plough, along the mountain-side:

By our own spirits are we deified:

We Poets in our youth begin in gladness;

But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

Wordsworth thinks of himself as a poet, one endowed with his own privileged, joyous place in
life. Simultaneously, his mind wavered back to Thomas Chatterton and Robert Burns; the poets
enjoyed glory and happiness in the English tradition and were admired by Wordsworth. But, the
fame they enjoyed in their youth turned out to be the reason for their fall, leading them to
hopelessness and madness.

Stanzas Eight and Nine

Now, whether it were by peculiar grace,

A leading from above, a something given,
Yet it befell that, in this lonely place,
When I with these untoward thoughts had striven,
Beside a pool bare to the eye of heaven
I saw a Man before me unawares:

The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.

As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie

Couched on the bald top of an eminence;
Wonder to all who do the same espy,
By what means it could thither come, and whence;
So that it seems a thing endued with sense:
Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf
Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself;

Stanza eight marks a turning point in the poem as the poet introduces a new character into the
poem. He wonders how he, by special favor of God or divine influence, saw a man in daylight
when he was engrossed in his perverse and melancholy thoughts. They seemed the oldest among
the grey-haired old men.

The old man looked like a huge stone on top of the mountain. Those who behold the stone may
wonder about how it has come to occupy this position and where it came from. This motionless
rock appeared to be full of life and looked like a sea-beast that had come out of the water to take
a rest on a reef or sandbank in the warmth of the sun.

Stanzas Ten and Eleven

Such seemed this Man, not all alive nor dead,

Nor all asleep—in his extreme old age:
His body was bent double, feet and head
Coming together in life’s pilgrimage;
As if some dire constraint of pain, or rage
Of sickness felt by him in times long past,

A more than human weight upon his frame had cast.

Himself he propped, limbs, body, and pale face,

Upon a long grey staff of shaven wood:
And, still as I drew near with gentle pace,
Upon the margin of that moorish flood
Motionless as a cloud the old Man stood,
That heareth not the loud winds when they call,
And moveth all together, if it move at all.

In stanzas ten and eleven, the poet continues with his description of the old man who seems
virtually one with the scene. He seemed neither completely alive nor dead or inactive due to his
extreme old age. His body was so bent that his feet and head were very close together, as if this
condition could have been caused due to his intense suffering or physical strain or some terrible
disease.

A great weight of his past suffering, rage, or sickness had taken a toll and bowed him down. He
was carrying a weight too heavy for his old age. His weak limbs, his body with a pale face, were
resting on the staff made of wood. The poet moves with gentle steps towards the old man, who
stands beside the bank of the river. When the old man moves, his whole body moves similar to
how he stays motionless.

Stanzas Twelve and Thirteen

At length, himself unsettling, he the pond

Stirred with his staff, and fixedly did look
Upon the muddy water, which he conned,
As if he had been reading in a book:
And now a stranger’s privilege I took;
And, drawing to his side, to him did say,

“This morning gives us promise of a glorious day.”

A gentle answer did the old Man make,

In courteous speech which forth he slowly drew:
And him with further words I thus bespake,
“What occupation do you there pursue?
This is a lonesome place for one like you.”
Ere he replied, a flash of mild surprise
Broke from the sable orbs of his yet-vivid eyes.

At last, in stanza twelve, the old man disturbs the calm water of the lake with his staff. His eyes
are fixed on the water as if he is deeply involved in reading a book. The poet moves towards him
and starts a conversation like a usual stranger does. The old man answers back in a feeble voice
using polite words.

Further, he enquires about the old man and the work he is doing. When the poet says that it is
dangerous for an old man like him to be alone in such a deserted place, the first reaction he sees
is a sense of surprise from “the sable orbs of his yet-vivid eyes.”

Stanza Fourteen

His words came feebly, from a feeble chest,

But each in solemn order followed each,

With something of a lofty utterance drest—

Choice word and measured phrase, above the reach

Of ordinary men; a stately speech;

Such as grave Livers do in Scotland use,

Religious men, who give to God and man their dues.

In stanza fourteen of ‘Resolution and Independence,’ Wordsworth describes the old man’s
speech as “lofty utterance,” “stately speech.” Despite the feeble voice as a result of his old age
and weakness, the old man uses a distinct and dignified accent. His words are well-chosen and
balanced beyond the power of an ordinary man. The speech is dignified, like that of a
Presbyterian of Scotland performing their duty towards God and man.

Stanza Fifteen

He told, that to these waters he had come

To gather leeches, being old and poor:

Employment hazardous and wearisome!

And he had many hardships to endure:

From pond to pond he roamed, from moor to moor;

Housing, with God’s good help, by choice or chance;

And in this way he gained an honest maintenance.

In stanza fifteen, the poet continues with his interaction with the old man. The old man identifies
that his work is leech-gathering, and that is the reason he lives in such a lonely place. He, “being
old and poor,” finds his subsistence here, though the work may be “hazardous and wearisome,”
for he is helpless. He roamed from pond to pond, from moor to moor, sometimes taking shelter
by his choice, depending on God’s Providence to help him find lodging. But in all, he gains “an
honest maintenance” for a decent living.

Stanza Sixteen

The old Man still stood talking by my side;

But now his voice to me was like a stream

Scarce heard; nor word from word could I divide;

And the whole body of the Man did seem

Like one whom I had met with in a dream;

Or like a man from some far region sent,

To give me human strength, by apt admonishment.

The conversation between the poet and the old man continues in this passage, too. Yet, now, the
voice of the old man seems to grow gradually indistinct as the sound of a distant stream. For the
poet could not clearly understand what the old man was speaking. Now, the poet recollects his
dream, where he has met a man who looked similar to the leech-gatherer. Further, he says that
his meeting with the leech-gatherer is not unexpected but a meeting planned for him to give
“human strength by apt admonishment.”

Stanzas Seventeen and Eighteen

My former thoughts returned: the fear that kills;

And hope that is unwilling to be fed;
Cold, pain, and labour, and all fleshly ills;
And mighty Poets in their misery dead.
—Perplexed, and longing to be comforted,
My question eagerly did I renew,

“How is it that you live, and what is it you do?”

He with a smile did then his words repeat;

And said that, gathering leeches, far and wide
He travelled; stirring thus about his feet
The waters of the pools where they abide.
“Once I could meet with them on every side;
But they have dwindled long by slow decay;
Yet still I persevere, and find them where I may.”

In stanza seventeen of ‘Resolution and Independence, ‘ the poet once again begins to feel
oppressed. Fear of future misery and helplessness and hope that cannot be fulfilled began to
occupy his mind. He also thought of cold sufferings, labor, and mental worries on account of
which many poets in the past have died. The poet greatly perplexed, and with a desire to get
some comfort and consolation, he again asked the Old man what he was doing and how he
managed to live.

For that, the old man responds with a smile on his face and explains how he travels far to gather
leeches. Now, since the leeches have become scarce it has become difficult for him to gather
leeches, yet he continues with perseverance.

Stanzas Nineteen and Twenty

While he was talking thus, the lonely place,
The old Man’s shape, and speech—all troubled me:
In my mind’s eye I seemed to see him pace
About the weary moors continually,
Wandering about alone and silently.
While I these thoughts within myself pursued,

He, having made a pause, the same discourse renewed.

And soon with this he other matter blended,

Cheerfully uttered, with demeanour kind,
But stately in the main; and, when he ended,
I could have laughed myself to scorn to find
In that decrepit Man so firm a mind.
“God,” said I, “be my help and stay secure;
I’ll think of the Leech-gatherer on the lonely moor!”

The concluding stanzas of the poem deliberate the conversation between the old man and the
poet. The gloomy and lonely place, the weary and pitiable condition of the old man, troubled the
mind of Wordsworth. In his imagination, he conjured up the vision of the old man walking
silently with weary steps on the moors all alone. The old man resumes his conversation and adds
other details of his life to his conversation. But, the poet could feel dignity in his manner of
speaking.

The poet is so impressed by this resolution and independence that he begins to scorn himself for
being gloomy. He started to realize how God had been his support in the dire situations of his
life. As he concludes the poem, Wordsworth calls upon God to be his guiding force, and he also
takes a resolution to think of the leech gatherer.

The Poem Analysis Take

Expert Insight by Emma Baldwin

B.A. English (Minor: Creative Writing), BFA Fine Art, B.A. Art Histories

One of the main takeaways readers should consider when it comes to this poem is Wordsworth’s
focus on the enduring nature of the human spirit. It’s possible to find meaning, he suggests, even
when life seems overwhelmingly difficult and even pointless.