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l causeway interposed	A
Between the water and a winding slope	B
Of copse and thicket leaves the eastern shore	C
Of Grasmere safe in its own privacy	D
And there myself and two beloved Friends	E
One calm September morning ere the mist	A
Had altogether yielded to the sun	F
Sauntered on this retired and difficult way	G
Ill suits the road with one in haste but we	D
Played with our time and as we strolled along	H
It was our occupation to observe	I
Such objects as the waves had tossed ashore	C
Feather or leaf or weed or withered bough	J
Each on the other heaped along the line	K
Of the dry wreck And in our vacant mood	A
Not seldom did we stop to watch some tuft	A
Of dandelion seed or thistle's beard	A
That skimmed the surface of the dead calm lake	L
Suddenly halting now a lifeless stand	A
And starting off again with freak as sudden	F
In all its sportive wanderings all the while	M
Making report of an invisible breeze	N
That was its wings its chariot and its horse	O
Its playmate rather say its moving soul	P
And often trifling with a privilege	Q
Alike indulged to all we paused one now	J
And now the other to point out perchance	R
To pluck some flower or water weed too fair	S
Either to be divided from the place	T
On which it grew or to be left alone	U
To its own beauty Many such there are	V
Fair ferns and flowers and chiefly that tall fern	W
So stately of the queen Osmunda named	A
Plant lovelier in its own retired abode	A
On Grasmere's beach than Naiad by the side	A
Of Grecian brook or Lady of the Mere	X
Sole sitting by the shores of old romance	R
So fared we that bright morning from the fields	Y
Meanwhile a noise was heard the busy mirth	Z
Of reapers men and women boys and girls	A2
Delighted much to listen to those sounds	B2
And feeding thus our fancies we advanced	A
Along the indented shore when suddenly	D
Through a thin veil of glittering haze was seen	C2
Before us on a point of jutting land	A
The tall and upright figure of a Man	D2
Attired in peasant's garb who stood alone	U
Angling beside the margin of the lake	L
'Improvident and reckless ' we exclaimed	A
'The Man must be who thus can lose a day	G
Of the mid harvest when the labourer's hire	E2
Is ample and some little might be stored	A
Wherewith to cheer him in the winter time '	F2
Thus talking of that Peasant we approached	A
Close to the spot where with his rod and line	K
He stood alone whereat he turned his head	A
To greet us and we saw a Mam worn down	G2
By sickness gaunt and lean with sunken cheeks	H2
And wasted limbs his legs so long and lean	C2
That for my single self I looked at them	I2
Forgetful of the body they sustained	A
Too weak to labour in the harvest field	A
The Man was using his best skill to gain	J2
A pittance from the dead unfeeling lake	L
That knew not of his wants I will not say	G
What thoughts immediately were ours nor how	J
The happy idleness of that sweet morn	K2
With all its lovely images was changed	A
To serious musing and to self reproach	L2
Nor did we fail to see within ourselves	M2
What need there is to be reserved in speech	N2
And temper all our thoughts with charity	D
Therefore unwilling to forget that day	G
My Friend Myself and She who then received	A
The same admonishment have called the place	T
By a memorial name uncouth indeed	A
As e'er by mariner was given to bay	G
Or foreland on a new discovered coast	A
And POINT RASH JUDGMENT is the name it bears	O2

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