O Friend! I know not which way I must look
For comfort, being, as I am, opprest,
Is it that Man is soon deprest?
A thoughtless Thing! who, once unblest
Here roving wild, he laid him down to rest
Dark and more dark the shades of evening fell;
A lonely scene more lonesome; among woods
At noon; and ‘mid the calm of summer nights
I listened, motionless and still;
Thou from thy Alpine holds at length are driven
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by,
One after one; the sound of rain, and bees
Of harmony, with instinct more divine;
We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea
Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free;
Who journey thither find themselves alone
With a few sheep, with rocks and stones and kites
Written March 26th, 2006
Author notes
A Cento – a poem made up of lines from other poems. I am not sure if this fits your contest but it is Wordsworth!!!!!
Lines taken from the following poems by Wordsworth:
The Solitary Reaper (29-30)
Thought of a Briton….. (7)
“It is not to be thought of”…..(7)
To Sleep…… (1-2)
September, 1802…. (1-2)
“Hail, twilight, ……” …. (7)
Influence of Natural Objects….. (18-19)
Michael….. (10-11)
To the Daisy …. (9-10)
London, 1802….. (10-11)
Composed After a Journey …. (1)
To A Skylark….. (10)
tell me what you think, constructively.
Comments
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Apart from the slight time slip in the second stanza this hangs together remarkably well.
Without being told in advance it would be hard to discern that this is a tapestry stitched together from so many snippets of the master WW. http://oldpoetry.com/oauthor/show/William_Wordsworth
A very nice piece and a welcome addition to the contest entry list.
Jim
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verdict is innocent
My favorite poem since I've joined this site. Haven't read Wordsworth, but its lovely and clever.
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