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Was it for this	A
That one the fairest of all Rivers lov'd	B
To blend his murmurs with my Nurse's song	C
And from his alder shades and rocky falls	D
And from his fords and shallows sent a voice	E
That flow'd along my dreams For this didst Thou	F
O Derwent travelling over the green Plains	G
Near my 'sweet Birthplace' didst thou beauteous Stream	H
Make ceaseless music through the night and day	I
Which with its steady cadence tempering	J
Our human waywardness compos'd my thoughts	K
To more than infant softness giving me	L
Among the fretful dwellings of mankind	M
A knowledge a dim earnest of the calm	N
That Nature breathes among the hills and groves	O
When having left his Mountains to the Towers	P
Of Cockermouth that beauteous River came	Q
Behind my Father's House he pass'd close by	R
Along the margin of our Terrace Walk	S
He was a Playmate whom we dearly lov'd	B
Oh many a time have I a five years' Child	T
A naked Boy in one delightful Rill	U
A little Mill race sever'd from his stream	H
Made one long bathing of a summer's day	I
Bask'd in the sun and plunged and bask'd again	V
Alternate all a summer's day or cours'd	I
Over the sandy fields leaping through groves	O
Of yellow grunsel or when crag and hill	U
The woods and distant Skiddaw's lofty height	I
Were bronz'd with a deep radiance stood alone	W
Beneath the sky as if I had been born	X
On Indian Plains and from my Mother's hut	I
Had run abroad in wantonness to sport	I
A naked Savage in the thunder shower	Y
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Fair seed time had my soul and I grew up	Z
Foster'd alike by beauty and by fear	A2
Much favour'd in my birthplace and no less	B2
In that beloved Vale to which erelong	S
I was transplanted Well I call to mind	I
'Twas at an early age ere I had seen	C2
Nine summers when upon the mountain slope	D2
The frost and breath of frosty wind had snapp'd	I
The last autumnal crocus 'twas my joy	E2
To wander half the night among the Cliffs	F2
And the smooth Hollows where the woodcocks ran	G2
Along the open turf In thought and wish	H2
That time my shoulder all with springes hung	S
I was a fell destroyer On the heights	I2
Scudding away from snare to snare I plied	I
My anxious visitation hurrying on	J2
Still hurrying hurrying onward moon and stars	K2
Were shining o'er my head I was alone	W
And seem'd to be a trouble to the peace	L2
That was among them Sometimes it befel	U
In these night wanderings that a strong desire	Y
O'erpower'd my better reason and the bird	I
Which was the captive of another's toils	M2
Became my prey and when the deed was done	N2
I heard among the solitary hills	O2
Low breathings coming after me and sounds	P2
Of undistinguishable motion steps	Q2
Almost as silent as the turf they trod	I
Nor less in springtime when on southern banks	R2
The shining sun had from his knot of leaves	S2
Decoy'd the primrose flower and when the Vales	T2
And woods were warm was I a plunderer then	V
In the high places on the lonesome peaks	U2
Where'er among the mountains and the winds	V2
The Mother Bird had built her lodge Though mean	C2
My object and inglorious yet the end	I
Was not ignoble Oh when I have hung	S
Above the raven's nest by knots of grass	W2
And half inch fissures in the slippery rock	S
But ill sustain'd and almost as it seem'd	I
Suspended by the blast which blew amain	C2
Shouldering the naked crag Oh at that time	X2
While on the perilous ridge I hung alone	C2
With what strange utterance did the loud dry wind	I
Blow through my ears the sky seem'd not a sky	S
Of earth and with what motion mov'd the clouds	Y2
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The mind of Man is fram'd even like the breath	Z2
And harmony of music There is a dark	S
Invisible workmanship that reconciles	A3
Discordant elements and makes them move	B3
In one society Ah me that all	U
The terrors all the early miseries	C3
Regrets vexations lassitudes that all	U
The thoughts and feelings which have been infus'd	I
Into my mind should ever have made up	Z
The calm existence that is mine when I	S
Am worthy of myself Praise to the end	I
Thanks likewise for the means But I believe	D3
That Nature oftentimes when she would frame	Q
A favor'd Being from his earliest dawn	C2
Of infancy doth open out the clouds	Y2
As at the touch of lightning seeking him	E3
With gentlest visitation not the less	B2
Though haply aiming at the self same end	I
Does it delight her sometimes to employ	U
Severer interventions ministry	L
More palpable and so she dealt with me	L
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One evening surely I was led by her	Y
I went alone into a Shepherd's Boat	I
A Skiff that to a Willow tree was tied	I
Within a rocky Cave its usual home	F3
'Twas by the shores of Patterdale a Vale	U
Wherein I was a Stranger thither come	G3
A School boy Traveller at the Holidays	H3
Forth rambled from the Village Inn alone	C2
No sooner had I sight of this small Skiff	I3
Discover'd thus by unexpected chance	J3
Than I unloos'd her tether and embark'd	I
The moon was up the Lake was shining clear	A2
Among the hoary mountains from the Shore	K3
I push'd and struck the oars and struck again	C2
In cadence and my little Boat mov'd on	C2
Even like a Man who walks with stately step	L3
Though bent on speed It was an act of stealth	M3
And troubled pleasure not without the voice	E
Of mountain echoes did my Boat move on	C2
Leaving behind her still on either side	I
Small circles glittering idly in the moon	C2
Until they melted all into one track	S
Of sparkling light A rocky Steep uprose	E
Above the Cavern of the Willow tree	L
And now as suited one who proudly row'd	I
With his best skill I fix'd a steady view	N3
Upon the top of that same craggy ridge	O3
The bound of the horizon for behind	I
Was nothing but the stars and the grey sky	S
She was an elfin Pinnace lustily	U
I dipp'd my oars into the silent Lake	S
And as I rose upon the stroke my Boat	I
Went heaving through the water like a Swan	C2
When from behind that craggy Steep till then	C2
The bound of the horizon a huge Cliff	I3
As if with voluntary power instinct	I
Uprear'd its head I struck and struck again	C2
And growing still in stature the huge Cliff	I3
Rose up between me and the stars and still	U
With measur'd motion like a living thing	S
Strode after me With trembling hands I turn'd	I
And through the silent water stole my way	I
Back to the Cavern of the Willow tree	L
There in her mooring place I left my Bark	S
And through the meadows homeward went with grave	P3
And serious thoughts and after I had seen	C2
That spectacle for many days my brain	C2
Work'd with a dim and undetermin'd sense	E
Of unknown modes of being in my thoughts	E
There was a darkness call it solitude	I
Or blank desertion no familiar shapes	E
Of hourly objects images of trees	E
Of sea or sky no colours of green fields	E
But huge and mighty Forms that do not live	Q3
Like living men mov'd slowly through the mind	I
By day and were the trouble of my dreams	E
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Wisdom and Spirit of the universe	E
Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought	I
That giv'st to forms and images a breath	Z2
And everlasting motion not in vain	C2
By day or star light thus from my first dawn	C2
Of Childhood didst Thou intertwine for me	L
The passions that build up our human Soul	U
Not with the mean and vulgar works of Man	C2
But with high objects with enduring things	E
With life and nature purifying thus	E
The elements of feeling and of thought	I
And sanctifying by such discipline	C2
Both pain and fear until we recognize	E
A grandeur in the beatings of the heart	I
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Nor was this fellowship vouchsaf'd to me	L
With stinted kindness In November days	E
When vapours rolling down the valleys made	I
A lonely scene more lonesome among woods	E
At noon and 'mid the calm of summer nights	E
When by the margin of the trembling Lake	S
Beneath the gloomy hills I homeward went	I
In solitude such intercourse was	E

William Wordsworth

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