Poem by William Wordsworth

Suggested at Tyndrum in a Storm

ENOUGH of garlands, of the Arcadian crook,
And all that Greece and Italy have sung
Of swains reposing myrtle groves among!
Ours couch on naked rocks, will cross a brook
Swoln with chill rains, nor ever cast a look
This way or that, or give it even a thought
More than by smoothest pathway may be brought
Into a vacant mind. Can written book
Teach what they learn? Up, hardy mountaineer!
And guide the bard, ambitious to be one	
Of Nature’s privy council, as thou art,
On cloud-sequestered heights, that see and hear
To what dread powers He delegates his part
On earth, who works in the heaven of heavens, alone.

1. At the Head of Glencroe
2. Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge: Continued
3. To ——, on Her First Ascent to the Summit of Helvellyn
4. At Bala-sala, Isle of Man
5. The Force of Prayer; or, The Founding of Bolton Priory

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