Last Lines of William Wordsworth
And dances with the daffodils.And nevermore will be.And said,
Nay, we are seven!And the colours have all passed away from her eyes!And, therefore, shalt thou be an honored name!At sound of ROB ROY'S name.Break forth, -- again to walk the clear blue sky.By virtue's holiest Powers attended.Called the dejected Lingerer, Loves lies bleeding.Fall on thy knees and sue for help divine.If Lucy should be dead!In lowliness of heart.Is left to muse upon the solemn scene.Let one grave hold the Loved and Lover!Like a dead Boy he is serene.Nor shall I see another day.Nothing? Heaven keep us from a lower stage!Of Goody Blake and Harry Gill.Of sweetly-breathing flowers.Of what from thee I learn.Or lured along where greenwood paths he trod.Shall lead thee to thy grave.Shine, Poet! in thy place, and be content.That Lucy's eyes surveyed.That whistles in the wind.The difference to me!The Wanderer lost in more determined gloom.Though grief and pain may come to-morrow?Through heaven-born hope, her end!To hunt the waterfalls.Until her fellow sinks to re-appear no more.We 'll give to idleness.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.