I wonder whether the speaker of “The Lime-Tree
Bower My Prison” still thinks of it as a prison by the end of the poem. While
the poem starts out with this title and then the assertion in the second line,
the poem ends on the rather celebratory line “No sound is dissonant which tells
of Life” (76). He is sad, at first, that he’ll be missing the experience of
being in nature—“I have lost/Beauties and feelings, such as would have
been/Most sweet to my remembrance” (2-4)—but that does not stop him from
imagining it clearly. His description in the first stanza of the “branchless
ash/Unsunned and damp” (13-4) or the “green file of long lank weeks” (17) is so
detailed that the reader may even forget that the speaker is missing out on the
scene at the time of writing—of course, his past experiences of nature come
together in the poem. The walk that the narrator imagines for his friends
continues in the second stanza, framed with such certainty that it’s difficult
to realize that this is not happening—he writes “my friends emerge” (20) not,
‘I imagine my friends emerge’ or anything that would indicate that he has no
proof of what is happening.
His ability to imagine the scene so completely is
almost proof that he doesn’t need to be in nature—in fact, it makes me think it
may be better that he isn’t, so that the natural world he’s envisioning in such
detail does not disappoint. He seems to convince himself, at least: by the
final stanza he recognizes that “’Tis well to be bereft of promised good” (65).
While he is deprived of the temporal beauty of nature and of the perhaps more
lasting beauty of the memory it would inspire, we are rewarded with the beauty
of the poem, which will last longer than either the walk or the memory would
have. That the narrator is forced to not join his friends is beneficial for the
reader, who would not get to read the poem otherwise. This aligns with one of
the ideas from his lecture on “Mechanic vs. Organic Form,” on “the power of
acting creatively under laws of its own origination” (p. 501)—the speaker needs
the “prison” to become a poet, needs the limitations in order to use his
imagination.
No matter how hidden, though, his friends of the
poem are the friends of his mind and not his actual friends. Thus the speaker
creates a world in the poem that is parallel to actual reality—his imagined
Charlie being not the ‘real’ Charlie, and the plants/landscapes he writes of
being a combination of his memories and ideas about what it must be like where
they are. Of course, this occurs when a poet writes any poem—we always have the
layer of ‘speaker’ between the poem and the author; it is just doubled, in a
sense, in this poem.
This speaker takes ownership over the natural
world—or at least the version of it that he creates—in the final stanza when he
describes the rook and claims “I blessed it!” (70). Having begun to address
nature directly in the second stanza, his creation of the world of the poem is
Godlike at the end. He puts himself on the same level as Nature; he doesn’t
even need to be in it to create it. This idea is in line with how Wordsworth
ends the Prelude—it is ultimately the man’s/poet’s imagination that makes Nature/life
beautiful, moreso than it is nature by itself. Imagination is man’s version of
a Godlike creation. The association of the poet with God carries over to “Frost
at Midnight”—even just simply in the poem’s father/son premise. The speaker
describes God has having an “eternal language” that he “Utters” (60, 61). God’s
use of “language” to create echoes the poet’s—and the idea that God will
“mould/Thy spirit” (63-4) with these words suggests the Romantic view of poetry
as able to change the world through continued creation—a rather godlike notion.
Coleridge also addresses the connection of God/Nature/Poet
in his essay “On Symbol and Allegory”---“The fact, therefore, that the mind of
man in its own primary and constituional forms represents the laws of nature,
is a mystery which of itself should suffice to make us religious: for it is a
problem of which God is the only solution, God, the one before all, and of all,
and through all!” (p. 503). This goes with the ideas of the poem, connecting
nature with God and, then, with the poet---suggesting that God works through
the poet or as the poet or in some combination of these ideas. Either way, the
divinity of nature translates to divinity of the poet when it is clear that the
poet’s imagination reigns over even nature, as it seems to in “The Lime-Tree
Bower My Prison.”