Ode: Intimations of ImmortalityThere was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;--
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
The Rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the Rose,
The Moon doth with delight
Look round her when the heavens are bare,
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair;
The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
-- William Wordsworth
I visited the Lake District some years ago and Wordsworth's Dove Cottage... your post brings back all those fond memories.
ReplyDeleteOh, I just found your blog! I'm reading Alan Bennett,obviously not right at this moment, and about to meet my friend Kate in Aldbury to walk to Ivinghoe. We are lucky girls - I couldn't move far from here and my heart goes out to you when you say you feel homesick.Thanks for sharing about The Sir Charles Napier, we will have to seek it out. If only I had found you yesterday we could have gone on a Fungi Forage - see their website. And log onto mine when you are feeling homesick again! love tedsmum x
ReplyDeleteUsed to see Red Kite often in Mid Wales and quite a few near home in North Yorkshire but for all their magnificence find that an equal sense of beauty and freedom can be found in the huge, inanimate power of trees.
ReplyDeleteKeep writing - thank you x
rippleeffects, I'm so glad that the post brought back good memories & thank you so much for commenting.
ReplyDeletetedsmum, do hope you got my message on your blog. thank you for visiting.
titianred,i understand well the inanimate power of trees and thank you for mentioning it. trees are my cathedral. thank you so much for your comment!
Love,
Miss W x