William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт)

The Stepping-Stones

THE STRUGGLING rill insensibly is grown
Into a brook of loud and stately march,
Crossed ever and anon by plank or arch;
And, for like use, lo! what might seem a zone
Chosen for ornament,—stone matched with stone
In studied symmetry, with interspace
For the clear waters to pursue their race
Without restraint. How swiftly have they flown,
Succeeding,—still succeeding! Here the child
Puts, when the high-swollen flood runs fierce and wild,
His budding courage to the proof; and here
Declining manhood learns to note the sly
And sure encroachments of infirmity,
Thinking how fast time runs, life’s end how near!

1. Processions
2. Monastery of Old Bangor
3. Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge: Continued
4. In Sight of the Town of Cockermouth
5. For the Spot Where the Hermitage Stood on St. Herbert’s Island, Derwent Water

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