 | The poetical works of William Wordsworth |  |
“Yes,” said the Wanderer, taking from my lips
The strain of transport, “whosoe'er in youth
Has, through ambition of his soul, given way
To such desires, and grasped at such delight,
Shall feel congenial stirrings late and long,
In spite of all the weakness that life brings,
Its cares and sorrows; he, though taught to own
The tranquillizing power of time, shall wake,
Wake sometimes to a noble restlessness—
Loving the sports which once he gloried in.
The strain of transport, “whosoe'er in youth
Has, through ambition of his soul, given way
To such desires, and grasped at such delight,
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In spite of all the weakness that life brings,
Its cares and sorrows; he, though taught to own
The tranquillizing power of time, shall wake,
Wake sometimes to a noble restlessness—
Loving the sports which once he gloried in.
| The poetical works of William Wordsworth | |