The Wisdom of Wordsworth

The me I see through my lovers eyes, his touch, his words & kisses... Thankyou, my love.

She was a Phantom of Delight

She was a phantom of delight

When first she gleamed upon my sight;

A lovely apparition sent

To be a moment's ornament;

Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;

Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair

But all things else about her drawn

From May-time and the cheerful Dawn;

A dancing shape, an image gay,

To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.

I saw her upon nearer view,

A spirit, yet a woman too!

Her household motions light & free,

And steps of virgin-liberty;

A countenance in which did meet

Sweet records, promises as sweet;

A creature not too bright or good

For human nature's daily food;

For transient sorrows, simple wile,

Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears & smiles.

And now I see with eye serene

The very pulse of the machine;

A being breathing thoughtful breath,

A traveller between life & death;

The reason firm, the temperate will,

Endurance, foresight, strength, & skill;

A perfect Woman, nobly planned,

To warn, to comfort, & command;

And yet a Spirit still, & bright

With something of Angelic light.

W.Wordsworth

After-thought

I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,

As being past away. - Vain sympathies!

For, backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,

I see what was, & is, & will abide;

Still glides the stream, & shall for ever glide;

The form remains, the function never dies;

While we, the brave, the mighty, & the wise,

We men, who in our morn of youth defied

The elements, must vanish; -be it so!

Enough, if something from our hands have power

To live, & act, & serve the future hour;

And if, as toward the silent tomb we go,

Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower,

We feel that we are greater than we know.

W.Wordsworth

The Rainbow

My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began;

So is it now I am a man;

So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die!

The Child is father of the Man;

And I could wish my days to be

Bound to each by natural peity.

W.Wordsworth

 Lucy Poems

(excerpts from)

Strange fits of passion have I known:

And I will dare to tell,

But in the Lover's ear alone,

What once to me befell.

When she I loved looked every day

Fresh as a rose in June,

I to her cottage bent my way,

Beneath an evening moon.

Upon the moon I fixed my eye,

All over the wide lea;

With quickening pace my horse grew nigh

Those paths so dear to me.

And now we reached the orchard-plot;

And, as we climbed the hill,

The sinking moon to Lucy's cot

Came near, & nearer still.

In one of those sweet dreams I slept,

Kind Nature's gentlest boon!

And all the while my eyes I kept

On the descending moon.

My horse moved on; hoof after hoof

He raised & never stopped:

When down behind the cottage roof,

At once, the bright moon dropped.

What fond and wayward thoughts will slide

Into a lover's head!

'O mercy!' to myself I cried,

'If Lucy should be dead!'

I travelled among unknown men,

In lands beyond the sea;

Nor, England! did I know till then

What love I bore to thee.

'Tis past, that melancholy dream!

Nor will I quit thy shore

A second time;for still I seem

To love thee more & more.

W.Wordsworth