wordsworth a try

by Roberto Lavidez

man is as grass

that springeth

up at morn

grows green

and is cut down

and withered

ere nightfall

strongest sinews

fail and many

a blooming

many a lovely

cheek under

the holy fear

of god

turns pale

in thoughtful

moments

wafted by

the gales

from fields

where good

men walk

or bowers

wherein

they rest

not always

is the heart

unwise nor

pity idly born

if even a

passing stranger

sighs for them

who do not

mourn

where bubbles

burst and

folly’s dancing

foam melts

if it cross

the threshold

where the

wreath of

awe-struck

wisdom

droops

a trouble

not of clouds

or weeping rain

nor of the

setting sun’s

pathetic light

where sights

were rough

and sounds

were wild

and everything

unreconciled

who would

keep power

must resolve

to cleave to it

through life

else it

deserts him

surely as

he lives

if good

can smooth

the way to

evil choice

from all rash

censure be

the mind

kept free

like thoughts

whose very

sweetness

yieldeth proof

that they were

born of

immortality

but quick

the turns of

chance and

change and

knowledge

has a narrow

range whence

idle fears and

needless pain

and wishes

blind

and efforts

vain

death

darkness

danger are

our natural lot

if thou

hast fallen

and righteous

heaven restore

the prostrate

then my

spring time is

renewed

and sorrow

bartered for

exceeding joy

sublime recluse!

the recreant

soul

that dares

to shun

the debt

imposed on

human kind

must first

forget thy

diligence

thy unrelaxing

use of a

long life

in tasks which

guardian angels

might approve

friendly

the weight

of leisure

to remove

and to beguile

the lassitude

of ease

what treasures

would have

then been

placed within

my reach

of mysteries

revealed

and judgments

unrepealed

of earthly

revolution

and final

retribution

when the

whirlwind of

human

destruction

is spent

our tumults

appeased and

our strifes

passed away

and if

the word

had been

fulfilled

as might

have been

then

thought

of joy!

off weight

nor press

on weight

away

dark thoughts

they came

but not

to stay

delicious

is the lay

that sings

the haunts

of happy lovers

the path that

leads them

to the grove

the leafy grove

that covers

how touching

when at

midnight

sweep snow-

muffled winds

and all is dark

to hear

and sink

again to sleep

as star that

shines

dependent

upon star

is to the sky

while we

look up

in love

think calmly

on the past

and mark

at leisure

features

which else

had vanished

like a dream

bright as if

heaven were

ever in its eye

will pass

so soon from

human memory

and there is

one which

holds

communion

with things

that were not

yet were

meant to be

now thanks

to heaven!

that of its

grace

hath led me

to this

lonely place

more may

not be by

human art

exprest

but love

far mightier

power

can add

the rest

ravage the

world

tranquility

is here!

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