Wordsworth at Dove Cottage

by Peter Huggins

Domesticity and too much noise
Drove me into the garden where
I could walk and compose, walk and compose.
Something about the light and air

Allowed me to find myself
As I found the world around me,
Each discovery a revelation
Of flower, water, fell, and tree

That took me into the heart of things.
It was beautiful to feel
Nature working in me,
A harmony of being and purpose

In which I moved and breathed and loved,
The life of one, the life of all
Here in this place and far beyond,
England and everywhere linked by

Deep clouds, falling water, light.
Here will I step on stones, follow
The work of bees, insects, flowers.
Here will I grow old, ripe as a pear.

 

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