William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт)

Sonnet Composed During a Storm

THE WIND is now thy organist; a clank
(We know not whence) ministers for a bell
To mark some change of service. As the swell
Of music reached its height, and even when sank
The notes, in prelude, Roslin! to a blank
Of silence, how it thrilled thy sumptuous roof,
Pillars, and arches,—not in vain time-proof,
Though Christian rites be wanting! From what bank
Came those live herbs? by what hand were they sown,
Where dew falls not, where rain-drops seem unknown?
Yet in the Temple they a friendly niche
Share with their sculptured fellows, that, green-grown
Copy their beauty more and more, and preach,
Though mute, of all things blending into one.

1. Inscription Intended for a Stone in the Grounds of Rydal Mount
2. The Kirk of Ulpha
3. The Stepping-Stones
4. Yarrow Unvisited
5. Mary Queen of Scots

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