Poem by Henry Alford

Rydal Mount, June, 1838

THIS day without its record may not pass,
In which I first have seen the lowly roof
That shelters Wordsworth’s age. A love intense,
Born of the power that charmed me in his song,
But grown beyond it into higher moods
And deeper gratitude, bound me to seek
His rural dwelling. Fitting place I found,
Blest with rare beauty, set in deepest calm:
Looking upon still waters, whose expanse
Might tranquillize all thought; and bordered round
By mountains springing from the turfy slopes
That bound the margin, to where heath and fern
Dapple their soaring sides, and higher still
To where the bare crags cleave the vaporous sky.

1. 1846
2. You and I
3. Sunset at Burton Pynsent, Somerset
4. Descent of the Same
5. On the Aged Oak at Oakley, Somerset

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