William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт)

On Approaching Home after a Tour in Scotland

Fly, some kind Spirit, fly to Grasmere Vale!
Say that we come, and come by this day's light;
Glad tidings!—spread them over field and height;
But chiefly let one Cottage hear the tale;
There let a mystery of joy prevail,
The Kitten frolic with unruly might,
And Rover whine, as at a second sight
Of near-approaching good that shall not fail;—
And from that Infant's face let joy appear;
Yea, let our Mary's one Companion Child,
That hath her six week's solitude beguiled
With intimations manifold and dear,
While we have wandered over wood and wild,
Smile on his Mother now with bolder cheer.

1. Composed on the Eve of the Marriage of a Friend in the Vale of Grasmere
2. To ———
3. Methought I Saw the Footsteps of a Throne
4. Calais
5. To the Lady ———

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