Two voices are there: one is of the deep: It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody, Now roars, now murmurs with the changing sea, Now bird-like pipes, now closes soft in sleep: And one is of an old half-witted sheep Which bleats articulate monotony, And indicates that two and one are three, That grass is green, lakes damp, and mountains steep: And, Wordsworth, both are thine: at certain times Forth from the heart of thy melodious rhymes, The form and pressure of high thoughts will burst: At other times--good Lord! I'd rather be Quite unacquainted with the ABC Than write such bopeless rubbish as thy worst. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 47 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) EXTRACTS FROM NEW-YEAR'S VERSES FOR 1825 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD A CHRISTMAS THOUGHT by MRS. FRANK A. BRECK ISRAEL AND HELLAS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE STREET OF THE MANY LITTLE LOVERS by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT |