William Wordsworth
Last Lines
And dances with the daffodils.
And said, "Nay, we are seven!"
And the colours have all passed away from her eyes!
And, therefore, shalt thou be an honored name!
Break forth, -- again to walk the clear blue sky.
Called the dejected Lingerer, Loves lies bleeding.
Fall on thy knees and sue for help divine.
Is left to muse upon the solemn scene.
Let one grave hold the Loved and Lover!
Nothing? Heaven keep us from a lower stage!
Of Goody Blake and Harry Gill.
Or lured along where greenwood paths he trod.
Shine, Poet! in thy place, and be content.
The Wanderer lost in more determined gloom.
Though grief and pain may come to-morrow?
Through heaven-born hope, her end!
Until her fellow sinks to re-appear no more.
Where Love for living Thing can find a place.
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
With something of angelic light.
With thine, and gave the mournful name which thou wilt ever bear.
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