by William Wordsworth
After accompanying her on a mountain excursion.
Written at Town-end, Grasmere.
I met Louisa in the shade,
And, having seen that lovely Maid,
Why should I fear to say
That, nymph-like, she is fleet and strong,
And down the rocks can leap along
Like rivulets in May?
She loves her fire, her cottage-home;
Yet o'er the moorland will she roam
In weather rough and bleak;
And, when against the wind she strains,
Oh! might I kiss the mountain rains
That sparkle on her cheek.
Take all that's mine
beneath the moon,
If I with her but half a noon
May sit beneath the walls
Of some old cave, or mossy nook,
When up she winds along the brook
To hunt the waterfalls.
Notes to the poem:
Written in 1805.
First published in 1807.
See also: To A Young Lady
Source:The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth
Thomas Y. Crowell & Co., New York