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WORDSWORTH AND THE MODERN SCHOOL

I

Of far-off purple hills and mist-crowned mountains hoary
Wordsworth dreamed.
His soul was one with clouds and golden sunsets' glory
As they gleamed.

II

With mystic strength of soul and prophet's exaltation
He beheld
The glittering hosts of stars take up their nightly station,
God-impelled.

III

Fair Nature was his Queen, and on her bosom ample
He reposed.
He heard not Passion's steeds, whose fiery swift hoofs trample:
He disclosed

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IV

The secrets of the hills, the secrets of the rivers
And the skies,—
Yet never felt the stroke that woman's soul delivers
Through her eyes.

V

Ah! than the hills more fair, and than the rivers sweeter
Unto me,
And tenderer than the pulse of silver-voiced soft metre
Of the sea,

VI

A woman's face and voice. Though hills and valleys bound me
And the streams,
I'd push them all aside if once my true love crowned me
In her dreams.
March, 1884.