The Prelude - Book First Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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INTRODUCTION CHILDHOOD AND SCHOOL TIMEA
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Oh there is blessing in this gentle breezeB
A visitant that while it fans my cheekC
Doth seem half conscious of the joy it bringsD
From the green fields and from yon azure skyE
Whate'er its mission the soft breeze can comeF
To none more grateful than to me escapedG
From the vast city where I long had pinedH
A discontented sojourner now freeI
Free as a bird to settle where I willJ
What dwelling shall receive me in what valeK
Shall be my harbour underneath what groveL
Shall I take up my home and what clear streamM
Shall with its murmur lull me into restN
The earth is all before me With a heartO
Joyous nor scared at its own libertyI
I look about and should the chosen guideP
Be nothing better than a wandering cloudQ
I cannot miss my way I breathe againR
Trances of thought and mountings of the mindH
Come fast upon me it is shaken offS
That burthen of my own unnatural selfT
The heavy weight of many a weary dayU
Not mine and such as were not made for meI
Long months of peace if such bold word accordV
With any promises of human lifeW
Long months of ease and undisturbed delightX
Are mine in prospect whither shall I turnY
By road or pathway or through trackless fieldZ
Up hill or down or shall some floating thingA2
Upon the river point me out my courseB2
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Dear Liberty Yet what would it availK
But for a gift that consecrates the joyC2
For I methought while the sweet breath of heavenD2
Was blowing on my body felt withinE2
A correspondent breeze that gently movedF2
With quickening virtue but is now becomeF
A tempest a redundant energyI
Vexing its own creation Thanks to bothG2
And their congenial powers that while they joinH2
In breaking up a long continued frostI2
Bring with them vernal promises the hopeJ2
Of active days urged on by flying hoursK2
Days of sweet leisure taxed with patient thoughtL2
Abstruse nor wanting punctual service highE
Matins and vespers of harmonious verseM2
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Thus far O Friend did I not used to makeN2
A present joy the matter of a songO2
Pour forth that day my soul in measured strainsP2
That would not be forgotten and are hereQ2
Recorded to the open fields I toldR2
A prophecy poetic numbers cameS2
Spontaneously to clothe in priestly robeT2
A renovated spirit singled outU2
Such hope was mine for holy servicesV2
My own voice cheered me and far more the mind'sW2
Internal echo of the imperfect soundX2
To both I listened drawing from them bothG2
A cheerful confidence in things to comeF
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Content and not unwilling now to giveY2
A respite to this passion I paced onZ2
With brisk and eager steps and came at lengthA3
To a green shady place where down I sateB3
Beneath a tree slackening my thoughts by choiceC3
And settling into gentler happinessD3
'Twas autumn and a clear and placid dayU
With warmth as much as needed from a sunD2
Two hours declined towards the west a dayU
With silver clouds and sunshine on the grassE3
And in the sheltered and the sheltering groveL
A perfect stillness Many were the thoughtsF3
Encouraged and dismissed till choice was madeG3
Of a known Vale whither my feet should turnY
Nor rest till they had reached the very doorH3
Of the one cottage which methought I sawI3
No picture of mere memory ever lookedJ3
So fair and while upon the fancied sceneK3
I gazed with growing love a higher powerL3
Than Fancy gave assurance of some workM3
Of glory there forthwith to be begunD2
Perhaps too there performed Thus long I musedN3
Nor e'er lost sight of what I mused uponZ2
Save when amid the stately grove of oaksO3
Now here now there an acorn from its cupP3
Dislodged through sere leaves rustled or at onceQ3
To the bare earth dropped with a startling soundX2
From that soft couch I rose not till the sunD2
Had almost touched the horizon casting thenR
A backward glance upon the curling cloudQ
Of city smoke by distance ruralisedQ
Keen as a Truant or a FugitiveY2
But as a Pilgrim resolute I tookR3
Even with the chance equipment of that hourL3
The road that pointed toward the chosen ValeK
It was a splendid evening and my soulS3
Once more made trial of her strength nor lackedQ
Aeolian visitations but the harpT3
Was soon defrauded and the banded hostQ
Of harmony dispersed in straggling soundsU3
And lastly utter silence Be it soV3
Why think of anything but present goodQ
So like a home bound labourer I pursuedQ
My way beneath the mellowing sun that shedQ
Mild influence nor left in me one wishW3
Again to bend the Sabbath of that timeA
To a servile yoke What need of many wordsX3
A pleasant loitering journey through three daysY3
Continued brought me to my hermitageZ3
I spare to tell of what ensued the lifeW
In common things the endless store of thingsD
Rare or at least so seeming every dayQ
Found all about me in one neighbourhoodQ
The self congratulation and from mornA4
To night unbroken cheerfulness sereneK3
But speedily an earnest longing roseB4
To brace myself to some determined aimS2
Reading or thinking either to lay upP3
New stores or rescue from decay the oldQ
By timely interference and therewithA3
Came hopes still higher that with outward lifeW
I might endue some airy phantasiesB4
That had been floating loose about for yearsB4
And to such beings temperately deal forthA3
The many feelings that oppressed my heartQ
That hope hath been discouraged welcome lightQ
Dawns from the east but dawns to disappearC4
And mock me with a sky that ripens notQ
Into a steady morning if my mindQ
Remembering the bold promise of the pastQ
Would gladly grapple with some noble themeM
Vain is her wish where'er she turns she findsB4
Impediments from day to day renewedQ
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And now it would content me to yield upP3
Those lofty hopes awhile for present giftsB4
Of humbler industry But oh dear FriendQ
The Poet gentle creature as he isB4
Hath like the Lover his unruly timesB4
His fits when he is neither sick nor wellD4
Though no distress be near him but his ownE4
Unmanageable thoughts his mind best pleasedQ
While she as duteous as the mother doveF4
Sits brooding lives not always to that endQ
But like the innocent bird hath goadings onZ2
That drive her as in trouble through the grovesB4
With me is now such passion to be blamedQ
No otherwise than as it lasts too longO2
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When as becomes a man who would prepareG4
For such an arduous work I through myselfT
Make rigorous inquisition the reportQ
Is often cheering for I neither seemM
To lack that first great gift the vital soulS3
Nor general Truths which are themselves a sortQ
Of Elements and Agents Under powersB4
Subordinate helpers of the living mindQ
Nor am I naked of external thingsB4
Forms images nor numerous other aidsB4
Of less regard though won perhaps with toilH4
And needful to build up a Poet's praiseB4
Time place and manners do I seek and theseB4
Are found in plenteous store but nowhere suchI4
As may be singled out with steady choiceB4
No little band of yet remembered namesB4
Whom I in perfect confidence might hopeJ2
To summon back from lonesome banishmentQ
And make them dwellers in the hearts of menR
Now living or to live in future yearsB4
Sometimes the ambitious Power of choice mistakingA2
Proud spring tide swellings for a regular seaB4
Will settle on some British theme some oldQ
Romantic tale by Milton left unsungJ4
More often turning to some gentle placeB4
Within the groves of Chivalry I pipeK4
To shepherd swains or seated harp in handQ
Amid reposing knights by a river sideQ
Or fountain listen to the grave reportsB4
Of dire enchantments faced and overcomeF
By the strong mind and tales of warlike featsB4
Where spear encountered spear and sword with swordQ
Fought as if conscious of the blazonryG4
That the shield bore so glorious was the strifeW
Whence inspiration for a song that windsB4
Through ever changing scenes of votive questQ
Wrongs to redress harmonious tribute paidQ
To patient courage and unblemished truthA3
To firm devotion zeal unquenchableH4
And Christian meekness hallowing faithful lovesB4
Sometimes more sternly moved I would relateQ
How vanquished Mithridates northward passedQ
And hidden in the cloud of years becameS2
Odin the Father of a race by whomL4
Perished the Roman Empire how the friendsB4
And followers of Sertorius out of SpainM4
Flying found shelter in the Fortunate IslesB4
And left their usages their arts and lawsB4
To disappear by a slow gradual deathA3
To dwindle and to perish one by oneD2
Starved in those narrow bounds but not the soulH4
Of Liberty which fifteen hundred yearsB4
Survived and when the European cameS2
With skill and power that might not be withstoodQ
Did like a pestilence maintain its holdQ
And wasted down by glorious death that raceB4
Of natural heroes or I would recordQ
How in tyrannic times some high souled manN4
Unnamed among the chronicles of kingsB4
Suffered in silence for Truth's sake or tellH4
How that one Frenchman through continued forceB4
Of meditation on the inhuman deedsB4
Of those who conquered first the Indian IslesB4
Went single in his ministry acrossB4
The Ocean not to comfort the oppressedQ
But like a thirsty wind to roam aboutQ
Withering the Oppressor how Gustavus soughtQ
Help at his need in Dalecarlia's minesB4
How Wallace fought for Scotland left the nameS2
Of Wallace to be found like a wild flowerG4
All over his dear Country left the deedsB4
Of Wallace like a family of GhostsB4
To people the steep rocks and river banksB4
Her natural sanctuaries with a local soulH4
Of independence and stern libertyB4
Sometimes it suits me better to inventQ
A tale from my own heart more near akinE2
To my own passions and habitual thoughtsB4
Some variegated story in the mainM4
Lofty but the unsubstantial structure meltsB4
Before the very sun that brightens itQ
Mist into air dissolving Then a wishW3
My last and favourite aspiration mountsB4
With yearning toward some philosophic songO2
Of Truth that cherishes our daily lifeW
With meditations passionate from deepO4
Recesses in man's heart immortal verseB4
Thoughtfully fitted to the Orphean lyreG4
But from this awful burthen I full soonP4
Take refuge and beguile myself with trustQ
That mellower years will bring a riper mindQ
And clearer insight Thus my days are pastQ
In contradiction with no skill to partQ
Vague longing haply bred by want of powerG4
From paramount impulse not to be withstoodQ
A timorous capacity from prudenceB4
From circumspection infinite delayH4
Humility and modest awe themselvesB4
Betray me serving often for a cloakQ4
To a more subtle selfishness that nowR4
Locks every function up in blank reserveS4
Now dupes me trusting to an anxious eyeE
That with intrusive restlessness beats offS
Simplicity and self presented truthA3
Ah better far than this to stray aboutQ
Voluptuously through fields and rural walksB4
And ask no record of the hours resignedQ
To vacant musing unreproved neglectQ
Of all things and deliberate holidayH4
Far better never to have heard the nameS2
Of zeal and just ambition than to liveT4
Baffled and plagued by a mind that every hourG4
Turns recreant to her task takes heart againR
Then feels immediately some hollow thoughtQ
Hang like an interdict upon her hopesB4
This is my lot for either still I findQ
Some imperfection in the chosen themeM
Or see of absolute accomplishmentQ
Much wanting so much wanting in myselfT
That I recoil and droop and seek reposeB4
In listlessness from vain perplexityB4
Unprofitably travelling toward the graveU4
Like a false steward who hath much receivedQ
And renders nothing backV4
Was it for thisB4
That one the fairest of all rivers lovedQ
To blend his murmurs with my nurse's songO2
And from his alder shades and rocky fallsB4
And from his fords and shallows sent a voiceB4
That flowed along my dreams For this didst thouR4
O Derwent winding among grassy holmsB4
Where I was looking on a babe in armsB4
Make ceaseless music that composed my thoughtsB4
To more than infant softness giving meB4
Amid the fretful dwellings of mankindQ
A foretaste a dim earnest of the calmW4
That Nature breathes among the hills and grovesB4
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When he had left the mountains and receivedQ
On his smooth breast the shadow of those towersB4
That yet survive a shattered monumentQ
Of feudal sway the bright blue river passedQ
Along the margin of our terrace walkX4
A tempting playmate whom we dearly lovedQ
Oh many a time have I a five years' childQ
In a small mill race severed from his streamM
Made one long bathing of a summer's dayH4
Basked in the sun and plunged and basked againR
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Alternate all a summer's day or scouredQ
The sandy fields leaping through flowery grovesB4
Of yellow ragwort or when rock and hillH4
The woods and distant Skiddaw's lofty heightQ
Were bronzed with deepest radiance stood aloneE4
Beneath the sky as if I had been bornA4
On Indian plains and from my mother's hutQ
Had run abroad in wantonness to sportQ
A naked savage in the thunder showerG4
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Fair seed time had my soul and I grew upP3
Fostered alike by beauty and by fearG4
Much favoured in my birth place and no lessB4
In that beloved Vale to which erelongX4
We were transplanted there were we let looseB4
For sports of wider range Ere I had toldQ
Ten birth days when among the mountain slopesB4
Frost and the breath of frosty wind had snappedQ
The last autumnal crocus 'twas my joyC2
With store of springes o'er my shoulder hungX4
To range the open heights where woodcocks runD2
Along the smooth green turf Through half the nightQ
Scudding away from snare to snare I pliedQ
That anxious visitation moon and starsB4
Were shining o'er my head I was aloneE4
And seemed to be a trouble to the peaceB4
That dwelt among them Sometimes it befellH4
In these night wanderings that a strong desireG4
O'erpowered my better reason and the birdQ
Which was the captive of another's toilH4
Became my prey and when the deed was doneD2
I heard among the solitary hillsB4
Low breathings coming after me and soundsB4
Of undistinguishable motion stepsB4
Almost as silent as the turf they trodQ
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Nor less when spring had warmed the cultured ValeH4
Moved we as plunderers where the mother birdQ
Had in high places built her lodge though meanK3
Our object and inglorious yet the endQ
Was not ignoble Oh when I have hungX4
Above the raven's nest by knots of grassB4
And half inch fissures in the slippery rockX4
But ill sustained and almost so it seemedQ
Suspended by the blast that blew amainK3
Shouldering the naked crag oh at that timeA
While on the perilous ridge I hung aloneK3
With what strange utterance did the loud dry windQ
Blow through my ear the sky seemed not a skyX4
Of earth and with what motion moved the cloudsB4
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Dust as we are the immortal spirit growsB4
Like harmony in music there is a darkX4
Inscrutable workmanship that reconcilesB4
Discordant elements makes them cling togetherG4
In one society How strange that allH4
The terrors pains and early miseriesB4
Regrets vexations lassitudes interfusedQ
Within my mind should e'er have borne a partQ
And that a needful part in making upP3
The calm existence that is mine when IX4
Am worthy of myself Praise to the endQ
Thanks to the means which Nature deigned to employC2
Whether her fearless visitings or thoseB4
That came with soft alarm like hurtless lightQ
Opening the peaceful clouds or she would useB4
Severer interventions ministryB4
More palpable as best might suit her aimS2
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One summer evening led by her I foundQ
A little boat tied to a willow treeB4
Within a rocky cave its usual homeY4
Straight I unloosed her chain and stepping inK3
Pushed from the shore It was an act of stealthA3
And troubled pleasure nor without the voiceB4
Of mountain echoes did my boat move onK3
Leaving behind her still on either sideQ
Small circles glittering idly in the moonK3
Until they melted all into one trackX4
Of sparkling light But now like one who rowsB4
Proud of his skill to reach a chosen pointQ
With an unswerving line I fixed my viewZ4
Upon the summit of a craggy ridge
The horizon's utmost boundary far aboveF4
Was nothing but the stars and the grey skyX4
She was an elfin pinnace lustilyC2
I dipped my oars into the silent lakeX4
And as I rose upon the stroke my boatQ
Went heaving through the water like a swanK3
When from behind that craggy steep till thenK3
The horizon's bound a huge peak black and huge
As if with voluntary power instinctQ
Upreared its head I struck and struck againK3
And growing still in stature the grim shape
Towered up between me and the stars and stillC2
For so it seemed with purpose of its ownK3
And measured motion like a living thingX4
Strode after me With trembling oars I turnedQ
And through the silent water stole my wayH4
Back to the covert of the willow treeB4
There in her mooring place I left my barkX4
And through the meadows homeward went in graveU4
And serious mood but after I had seenK3
That spectacle for many days my brainK3
Worked with a dim and undetermined senseB4
Of unknown modes of being o'er my thoughtsB4
There hung a darkness call it solitudeQ
Or blank desertion No familiar shapesB4
Remained no pleasant images of treesB4
Of sea or sky no colours of green fieldsB4
But huge and mighty forms that do not liveT4
Like living men moved slowly through the mindQ
By day and were a trouble to my dreamsB4
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Wisdom and Spirit of the universeB4
Thou Soul that art the eternity of thoughtQ
That givest to forms and images a breathA3
And everlasting motion not in vainK3
By day or star light thus from my first dawnK3
Of childhood didst thou intertwine for meB4
The passions that build up our human soulC2
Not with the mean and vulgar works of manK3
But with high objects with enduring thingsB4
With life and nature purifying thusB4
The elements of feeling and of thoughtQ
And sanctifying by such disciplineK3
Both pain and fear until we recogniseB4
A grandeur in the beatings of the heartQ
Nor was this fellowship vouchsafed to meB4
With stinted kindness In November daysB4
When vapours rolling down the valley madeQ
A lonely scene more lonesome among woodsB4
At noon and 'mid the calm of summer nightsB4
When by the margin of the trembling lakeX4
Beneath the gloomy hills homeward I wentQ
In solitude such intercourse was mineK3
Mine was it in the fields both day and nightQ
And by the waters all the summer longX4
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And in the frosty season when the sunK3
Was set and visible for many a mileC2
The cottage windows blazed through twilight gloomL4
I heeded not their summons happy timeA
It was indeed for all of us for meB4
It was a time of rapture Clear and loudQ
The village clock tolled six I wheeled aboutQ
Proud and exulting like an untired horseB4
That cares not for his home All shod with steelC2
We hissed along the polished ice in gamesB4
Confederate imitative of the chaseB4
And woodland pleasures the resounding hornK3
The pack loud chiming and the hunted hareG4
So through the darkness and the cold we flewC2
And not a voice was idle with the dinK3
Smitten the precipices rang aloudQ
The leafless trees and every icy cragX4
Tinkled like iron while far distant hillsB4
Into the tumult sent an alien soundQ
Of melancholy not unnoticed while the starsB4
Eastward were sparkling clear and in the westQ
The orange sky of evening died awayH4
Not seldom from the uproar I retiredQ
Into a silent bay or sportivelyC2
Glanced sideway leaving the tumultuous throngX4
To cut across the reflex of a starG4
That fled and flying still before me gleamedQ
Upon the glassy plain and oftentimesB4
When we had given our bodies to the windQ
And all the shadowy banks on either sideQ
Came sweeping through the darkness spinning stillC2
The rapid line of motion then at onceB4
Have I reclining back upon my heelsB4
Stopped short yet still the solitary cliffsB4
Wheeled by me even as if the earth had rolledQ
With visible motion her diurnal roundQ
Behind me did they stretch in solemn trainK3
Feebler and feebler and I stood and watchedQ
Till all was tranquil as a dreamless sleepO4
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Ye Presences of Nature in the skyX4
And on the earth Ye Visions of the hillsB4
And Souls of lonely places can I thinkX4
A vulgar hope was yours when ye employedQ
Such ministry when ye through many a yearG4
Haunting me thus among my boyish sportsB4
On caves and trees upon the woods and hillsB4
Impressed upon all forms the charactersB4
Of danger or desire and thus did makeX4
The surface of the universal earthA3
With triumph and delight with hope and fearG4
Work like a seaB4
Not uselessly employedQ
Might I pursue this theme through every change
Of exercise and play to which the yearG4
Did summon us in his delightful roundQ
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We were a noisy crew the sun in heavenK3
Beheld not vales more beautiful than oursB4
Nor saw a band in happiness and joyC2
Richer or worthier of the ground they trodQ
I could record with no reluctant voiceB4
The woods of autumn and their hazel bowersB4
With milk white clusters hung the rod and lineK3
True symbol of hope's foolishness whose strongX4
And unreproved enchantment led us onK3
By rocks and pools shut out from every starG4
All the green summer to forlorn cascadesB4
Among the windings hid of mountain brooksB4
Unfading recollections at this hourG4
The heart is almost mine with which I feltQ
From some hill top on sunny afternoonsB4
The paper kite high among fleecy cloudsB4
Pull at her rein like an impetuous courserG4
Or from the meadows sent on gusty daysB4
Beheld her breast the wind then suddenlyB4
Dashed headlong and rejected by the storm
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Ye lowly cottages wherein we dweltQ
A ministration of your own was yoursB4
Can I forget you being as you wereG4
So beautiful among the pleasant fieldsB4
In which ye stood or can I here forgetQ
The plain and seemly countenance with which
Ye dealt out your plain comforts Yet had yeB4
Delights and exultations of your ownK3
Eager and never weary we pursuedQ
Our home amusements by the warm peat fireG4
At evening when with pencil and smooth slateQ
In square divisions parcelled out and allC2
With crosses and with cyphers scribbled o'erG4
We schemed and puzzled head opposed to headQ
In strife too humble to be named in verseB4
Or round the naked table snow white dealC2
Cherry or maple sate in close arrayH4
And to the combat Loo or Whist led onK3
A thick ribbed army not as in the worldQ
Neglected and ungratefully thrown byX4
Even for the very service they had wroughtQ
But husbanded through many a long campaignK3
Uncouth assemblage was it where no fewC2
Had changed their functions some plebeian cardsB4
Which Fate beyond the promise of their birthA3
Had dignified and called to representQ
The persons of departed potentatesB4
Oh with what echoes on the board they fellC2
Ironic diamonds clubs hearts diamonds spadesB4
A congregation piteously akinK3
Cheap matter offered they to boyish witQ
Those sooty knaves precipitated downK3
With scoffs and taunts like Vulcan out of heavenK3
The paramount ace a moon in her eclipseB4
Queens gleaming through their splendour's last decayH4
And monarchs surly at the wrongs sustainedQ
By royal visages Meanwhile abroadQ
Incessant rain was falling or the frostQ
Raged bitterly with keen and silent toothA3
And interrupting oft that eager gameS2
From under Esthwaite's splitting fields of iceB4
The pent up air struggling to free itselfT
Gave out to meadow grounds and hills a loudQ
Protracted yelling like the noise of wolvesB4
Howling in troops along the Bothnic MainK3
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Nor sedulous as I have been to traceB4
How Nature by extrinsic passion firstQ
Peopled the mind with forms sublime or fairG4
And made me love them may I here omitQ
How other pleasures have been mine and joysB4
Of subtler origin how I have feltQ
Not seldom even in that tempestuous timeA
Those hallowed and pure motions of the senseB4
Which seem in their simplicity to ownK3
An intellectual charm that calm delightQ
Which if I err not surely must belongX4
To those first born affinities that fitQ
Our new existence to existing thingsB4
And in our dawn of being constituteQ
The bond of union between life and joyC2
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Yes I remember when the changeful earthA3
And twice five summers on my mind had stampedQ
The faces of the moving year even thenK3
I held unconscious intercourse with beautyB4
Old as creation drinking in a pureG4
Organic pleasure from the silver wreathsB4
Of curling mist or from the level plainK3
Of waters coloured by impending cloudsB4
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The sands of Westmoreland the creeks and baysB4
Of Cumbria's rocky limits they can tellC2
How when the Sea threw off his evening shadeQ
And to the shepherd's hut on distant hillsB4
Sent welcome notice of the rising moonK3
How I have stood to fancies such as theseB4
A stranger linking with the spectacleC2
No conscious memory of a kindred sightQ
And bringing with me no peculiar senseB4
Of quietness or peace yet have I stoodQ
Even while mine eye hath moved o'er many a leagueX4
Of shining water gathering as it seemedQ
Through every hair breadth in that field of lightQ
New pleasure like a bee among the flowersB4
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Thus oft amid those fits of vulgar joyC2
Which through all seasons on a child's pursuitsB4
Are prompt attendants 'mid that giddy blissB4
Which like a tempest works along the bloodQ
And is forgotten even then I feltQ
Gleams like the flashing of a shield the earthA3
And common face of Nature spake to meB4
Rememberable things sometimes 'tis trueC2
By chance collisions and quaint accidentsB4
Like those ill sorted unions work supposedQ
Of evil minded fairies yet not vainK3
Nor profitless if haply they impressedQ
Collateral objects and appearancesB4
Albeit lifeless then and doomed to sleepO4
Until maturer seasons called them forthA3
To impregnate and to elevate the mindQ
And if the vulgar joy by its own weightQ
Wearied itself out of the memoryB4
The scenes which were a witness of that joyC2
Remained in their substantial lineamentsB4
Depicted on the brain and to the eyeX4
Were visible a daily sight and thusB4
By the impressive discipline of fearG4
By pleasure and repeated happinessB4
So frequently repeated and by forceB4
Of obscure feelings representativeY2
Of things forgotten these same scenes so brightQ
So beautiful so majestic in themselvesB4
Though yet the day was distant did becomeF
Habitually dear and all their formsB4
And changeful colours by invisible linksB4
Were fastened to the affectionsB4
I beganK3
My story early not misled I trustQ
By an infirmity of love for daysB4
Disowned by memory ere the breath of springX4
Planting my snowdrops among winter snowsB4
Nor will it seem to thee O Friend so promptQ
In sympathy that I have lengthened outQ
With fond and feeble tongue a tedious taleC2
Meanwhile my hope has been that I might fetch
Invigorating thoughts from former yearsB4
Might fix the wavering balance of my mindQ
And haply meet reproaches too whose powerG4
May spur me on in manhood now matureG4
To honourable toil Yet should these hopesB4
Prove vain and thus should neither I be taughtQ
To understand myself nor thou to knowK3
With better knowledge how the heart was framedQ
Of him thou lovest need I dread from theeB4
Harsh judgments if the song be loth to quitQ
Those recollected hours that have the charm
Of visionary things those lovely formsB4
And sweet sensations that throw back our lifeW
And almost make remotest infancyB4
A visible scene on which the sun is shiningX4
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One end at least hath been attained my mindQ
Hath been revived and if this genial moodQ
Desert me not forthwith shall be brought downK3
Through later years the story of my lifeW
The road lies plain before me 'tis a themeM
Single and of determined bounds and henceB4
I choose it rather at this time than workX4
Of ampler or more varied argumentQ
Where I might be discomfited and lostQ
And certain hopes are with me that to theeB4
This labour will be welcome honoured FriendQ

William Wordsworth



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