Poem by William Wordsworth

Address from the Spirit of Cockermouth Castle

“THOU look’st upon me, and dost fondly think,
Poet! that, stricken as both are by years,
We, differing once so much, are now compeers,
Prepared, when each has stood his time, to sink
Into the dust. Erewhile a sterner link
United us; when thou, in boyish play,
Entering my dungeon, didst become a prey
To soul-appalling darkness. Not a blink
Of light was there; and thus did I, thy tutor,
Make thy young thoughts acquainted with the grave;
While thou wert chasing the winged butterfly
Through my green courts; or climbing, a bold suitor,
Up to the flowers whose golden progeny
Still round my shattered brow in beauty wave.”

1. To the Sons of Burns
2. Monument of Mrs. Howard
3. Roman Antiquities
4. Suggested at Tyndrum in a Storm
5. Lowther

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