Simon
Lee, the Old Huntsman
by
William Wordsworth
(Poem, Summary, Paraphrase & Analysis)
Simon
Lee, the Old Huntsman
In
the sweet shire of Cardigan,
Not
far from pleasant Ivor-Hall,
An
old man dwells, a little man,—
’Tis
said he once was tall.
Full
five-and-thirty years he lived
A
running huntsman merry;
And
still the centre of his cheek
Is
red as a ripe cherry.
No
man like him the horn could sound,
And
hill and valley rang with glee
When
Echo bandied, round and round,
The
halloo of Simon Lee.
In
those proud days he little cared
For
wind or weather, rain or hail;
And
’steed’ he was a horseman good,
And
there is no man like him could sit a horse.
But
now he is so old and poor,
No
man knows what to do;
His
heart is still so strong, but it’s
His
limbs that fail him too.
And
he is lean and he is sick,
His
body’s bowed with age;
His
heart is firm, his spirit brave,
But
he can’t support the stage.
He
has no son, he has no child,
His
wife, an aged crone,
Lives
with him still, in yonder hut;
And
he is all alone.
When
I had gazed upon his face,
A
thought came on my mind:—
I’ve
seen this face before, I said,
He
once was not so blind.
My
gentle Reader, I perceive
How
patiently you've waited,
And
now I fear that you expect
Some
tale will be related.
O
Reader! had you in your mind
Such
stores as silent thought can bring,
O
gentle Reader! you would find
A
tale in every thing.
What
more I have to say is short,
And
you must kindly take it:
It
is no tale; but should you think,
Perhaps
a tale you’ll make it.
One
summer day I chanced to see
This
Old Man doing all he could
About
the root of an old tree,
A
stump of rotten wood.
The
mattock tottered in his hand;
So
vain was his endeavour
That
at the root of the old tree
He
might have worked for ever.
"You’re
overtasked, good Simon Lee,
Give
me your tool," to him I said;
And
at the word right gladly he
Received
my proffered aid.
I
struck, and with a single blow
The
tangled root I severed,
At
which the poor Old Man so long
And
vainly had endeavoured.
The
tears into his eyes were brought,
And
thanks and praises seemed to run
So
fast out of his heart, I thought
They
never would have done.
—I've
heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With
coldness still returning;
Alas!
the gratitude of men
Hath
oftener left me mourning.
Summary
Stanza
1–2:
The
poem introduces Simon Lee, an old man living in Cardigan, near Ivor-Hall. He is
small and aged now, but the speaker tells us he was once tall and strong. Simon
was a huntsman for over 35 years and well-known for his cheerful spirit and
hunting skills, particularly his horn-blowing and riding abilities. The sound
of his horn would echo through the hills and valleys, bringing joy and
excitement to those around him.
Stanza
3–4:
Though
once energetic and active, Simon is now old, poor, and frail. His body has
deteriorated—his limbs are weak and his frame is bent—but his heart remains
strong. He still has the desire to work and live with dignity, though
physically, he can barely manage.
Stanza
5:
Simon
has no children to help or care for him. He lives in a small hut with his
elderly wife, who is also too old to do much. Their circumstances are hard, and
they live in isolation and poverty.
Stanza
6:
The
speaker notices Simon’s appearance and recognizes his face, remembering that
Simon was once a vigorous man. This realization causes the speaker to reflect
on how much Simon has declined with age.
Stanza
7–8:
The
speaker breaks the flow to speak directly to the reader. He acknowledges that
the reader might expect a dramatic story or a tale, but he clarifies that the
poem is about a simple moment. He suggests that even simple things in life can
contain a story, especially for those who take time to reflect.
Stanza
9–10:
The
speaker describes a specific moment: he saw Simon working hard, trying to cut
through the root of an old tree stump with a mattock (a digging tool). Simon's
effort was ineffective—he was too weak to make progress, and the task seemed
impossible for him.
Stanza
11–12:
Moved
by the sight, the speaker offered to help. Simon was grateful and handed over
the tool. With one strong blow, the speaker cut through the root, accomplishing
what Simon had failed to do despite his long effort.
Stanza
13:
Simon
was so deeply moved by the help that he began to shed tears. His gratitude
poured out in such abundance that the speaker was surprised by how strongly
Simon responded to this small act of kindness.
Stanza
14 (Final):
The
poem ends with the speaker’s reflection: he has heard of people who respond to
kindness with indifference, but Simon’s overflowing gratitude reminded him how
deep and genuine human feeling can be. Ironically, it is this intense
emotion—not the lack of it—that left the speaker quietly sorrowful, or
“mourning.”
Line-by-line
Paraphrase
1.
In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
In
the beautiful county of Cardigan,
2.
Not far from pleasant Ivor-Hall,
Not too far from the lovely house called Ivor-Hall,
3.
An old man dwells, a little man,—
There lives an old man who is small in stature—
4.
’Tis said he once was tall.
People say he used to be tall in his younger days.
5.
Full five-and-thirty years he lived
He
spent thirty-five full years of his life
6. A
running huntsman merry;
Happily working as a huntsman who ran with the hounds;
7.
And still the centre of his cheek
Even now, the middle of his cheek
8.
Is red as a ripe cherry.
Is
as bright red as a ripe cherry.
9.
No man like him the horn could sound,
No
one could blow the hunting horn as well as he could,
10.
And hill and valley rang with glee
The hills and valleys echoed joyfully with the sound
11.
When Echo bandied, round and round,
As
the echo bounced back and forth,
12.
The halloo of Simon Lee.
Repeating Simon Lee’s hunting cry.
13.
In those proud days he little cared
Back then, he didn’t worry much
14.
For wind or weather, rain or hail;
About the weather—whether it was windy, rainy, or hailing;
15.
And ’steed’ he was a horseman good,
He
was also a fine rider of horses,
16.
And there is no man like him could sit a horse.
No
one could ride a horse as skillfully as he could.
17.
But now he is so old and poor,
But now he is old and poor,
18.
No man knows what to do;
People don’t know how to help him,
19.
His heart is still so strong, but it’s
His heart is still strong and willing, but
20.
His limbs that fail him too.
His body—his arms and legs—are too weak.
21.
And he is lean and he is sick,
He
is thin and unhealthy,
22.
His body’s bowed with age;
His back is bent from old age;
23.
His heart is firm, his spirit brave,
But his heart is steady and his spirit remains brave,
24.
But he can’t support the stage.
Yet he can no longer manage life’s burdens.
25.
He has no son, he has no child,
He
doesn’t have a son or any children,
26.
His wife, an aged crone,
His wife is an old, withered woman,
27.
Lives with him still, in yonder hut;
She still lives with him in a nearby hut;
28.
And he is all alone.
But he is basically alone and helpless.
29.
When I had gazed upon his face,
When I looked closely at his face,
30.
A thought came on my mind:—
A
thought occurred to me—
31.
I’ve seen this face before, I said,
I
said to myself, “I’ve seen this face before,”
32.
He once was not so blind.
He
didn’t used to look so old and worn out.
33.
My gentle Reader, I perceive
Dear Reader, I can tell
34.
How patiently you've waited,
That you’ve been patiently reading along,
35.
And now I fear that you expect
And now I worry that you’re expecting
36.
Some tale will be related.
That I’m about to tell you a dramatic story.
37.
O Reader! had you in your mind
O
Reader! If your mind held
38.
Such stores as silent thought can bring,
The quiet thoughts and memories that reflection brings,
39.
O gentle Reader! you would find
Then, gentle Reader, you would realize
40.
A tale in every thing.
That everything in life contains a story.
41.
What more I have to say is short,
I
only have a little more to say,
42.
And you must kindly take it:
And I hope you will accept it kindly:
43.
It is no tale; but should you think,
It’s not a full story—but if you choose,
44.
Perhaps a tale you’ll make it.
You might imagine a tale from it.
45.
One summer day I chanced to see
One summer day, I happened to see
46.
This Old Man doing all he could
This old man working as hard as he could
47.
About the root of an old tree,
Trying to cut or dig up the root of an old tree,
48.
A stump of rotten wood.
Which was just a rotten stump.
49.
The mattock tottered in his hand;
The digging tool shook in his weak hands;
50.
So vain was his endeavour
His efforts were so hopeless
51.
That at the root of the old tree
That he could have kept trying to break that root
52.
He might have worked for ever.
Forever, and still never succeeded.
53.
"You’re overtasked, good Simon Lee,
“You’re working too hard, good Simon Lee,” I said,
54.
Give me your tool," to him I said;
“Let me take your tool and help,”
55.
And at the word right gladly he
And immediately, with joy, he
56.
Received my proffered aid.
Accepted
my offer to help.
57.
I struck, and with a single blow
I
struck the root, and with just one blow
58.
The tangled root I severed,
I
cut through the twisted root,
59.
At which the poor Old Man so long
Which the poor old man had been working at for so long
60.
And vainly had endeavoured.
Without any success.
61.
The tears into his eyes were brought,
Tears welled up in his eyes,
62.
And thanks and praises seemed to run
And his words of thanks and praise flowed
63.
So fast out of his heart, I thought
So
quickly from his heart that I thought
64.
They never would have done.
He
would never stop thanking me.
65.
—I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
I’ve heard about people with cold hearts, who repay kind deeds
66.
With coldness still returning;
With coldness or no gratitude in return;
67.
Alas! the gratitude of men
But oh! sometimes the gratitude of people
68.
Hath oftener left me mourning.
Has often left me sad and thoughtful instead.
Analysis
in Detail
William
Wordsworth’s “Simon Lee, the Old Huntsman” is a deceptively simple poem that
explores themes of aging, human dignity, compassion, and the power of everyday
human experiences. First published in Lyrical Ballads (1798), this poem
exemplifies Wordsworth’s poetic mission: to elevate the ordinary and humble
aspects of life through deep emotional and moral reflection. Rather than
focusing on dramatic or heroic events, Wordsworth draws attention to a brief,
seemingly insignificant encounter between the speaker and an elderly man,
revealing profound truths about life, kindness, and emotional depth.
The
Character of Simon Lee
At
the center of the poem is Simon Lee, an aged former huntsman who once thrived
in the vigor of youth. The opening stanzas paint a nostalgic picture of Simon’s
past: he was strong, swift, and joyful—famed for his hunting skills and
spirited horn-blowing. He symbolized physical vitality and rural energy. Now,
however, Simon is a shadow of his former self. The poem portrays him as poor,
frail, and bent with age. Despite this, Wordsworth emphasizes that Simon’s
spirit remains unbroken; his heart is still strong, and he attempts to work
hard, even when his body fails him.
This
portrayal invites readers to feel both sympathy and admiration. Simon is not a
tragic hero, but an everyday man whose decline mirrors the natural passage of
time. His situation reflects the universal human experience of aging and the
quiet struggle to maintain dignity when one's strength and usefulness seem to
fade.
Ordinary
Event, Extraordinary Impact
The
poem centers on a minor act: the speaker helps Simon dig up a tree root he had
been struggling with. At first glance, this gesture seems inconsequential, but
it carries deep emotional weight. Simon is moved to tears—not because of the
physical help itself, but because of the rare kindness it represents. His
overflowing gratitude highlights a human need for recognition, help, and
compassion, especially in old age and poverty.
What
is striking is the intensity of Simon’s reaction. The speaker, moved by his
outpouring of thanks, reflects on how such deep gratitude has left him
"mourning." This reaction is subtle and complex—it is not joy, but a
quiet sorrow. The speaker has witnessed a raw and sincere human emotion,
something so rare and touching that it leaves him introspective and somewhat
saddened. Wordsworth suggests that it is not grand actions, but simple moments
of kindness that reveal the depth of human feeling.
Narrative
Voice and Direct Address
A
unique feature of the poem is the narrative shift in the middle stanzas. The
speaker breaks the fourth wall and speaks directly to the reader. He
anticipates the reader’s expectation of a dramatic tale and admits that what he
offers is no such story. This self-awareness emphasizes Wordsworth’s belief in
the poetic value of the ordinary. He invites the reader to look deeper, to
recognize that every moment and every person carries a story, even if it lacks
conventional excitement.
This
direct address also functions as a kind of meta-commentary. Wordsworth subtly
educates his audience on how to read poetry differently—not for sensational
plots, but for emotional truths and moral insights that arise from real, often
overlooked experiences.
Themes
and Philosophical Undertones
Several
central themes emerge in the poem:
Aging
and Loss of Vitality: Simon Lee’s physical deterioration serves as a meditation
on aging. The poem mourns not just the loss of strength but also the loss of
social value that often accompanies old age, especially for the working poor.
Dignity
and Labor: Simon insists on working despite his weakness. His effort to dig up
the root is symbolic of his desire to remain useful and independent. His pride
and perseverance embody a quiet dignity.
Human
Compassion: The speaker’s brief assistance, though small in action, becomes
monumental in emotional value. It reflects the transformative power of
compassion—how a kind act can deeply affect someone who has rarely received
help.
Uncommon
Gratitude: Simon’s tears and praises reveal that he is unaccustomed to
kindness. The poem highlights a sad reality: that acts of help can be so rare
that they overwhelm the recipient, especially among the forgotten members of
society.
Reflection
on Humanity: The final lines contrast Simon’s gratitude with the “hearts
unkind” who respond coldly to kindness. The speaker is left “mourning” not
because Simon was ungrateful, but because his rare thankfulness reveals the
emotional neglect in the world. It’s a quiet lament about how society treats
its most vulnerable.
Form
and Style
The
poem is written in ballad form, using quatrains with an ABAB rhyme scheme. This
structure reflects Wordsworth’s commitment to plain language and traditional
verse, aligning with his aim to make poetry accessible to ordinary people. The
rhythm and tone are gentle and conversational, reinforcing the sincerity of the
moment described.
Wordsworth’s
language is simple but precise. He avoids ornate metaphors and instead relies
on clear imagery and emotional resonance. The contrast between Simon’s past and
present is subtly constructed, and the emotional climax—Simon’s gratitude—is
understated but powerful.
Conclusion
“Simon
Lee, the Old Huntsman” is not a tale of great events but a meditation on human
vulnerability, silent suffering, and the beauty of small mercies. Wordsworth
challenges readers to find meaning in modest experiences and to value the
emotional depth hidden in ordinary lives. The poem stands as a testament to
Wordsworth’s belief that poetry should reflect real life, real people, and real
feelings. In showing us Simon Lee, Wordsworth also shows us ourselves—aging,
needing, capable of both giving and receiving grace.

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