WORDSWORTH, I envy thee, that from the strife Far distant, and the turmoil of mankind, Thou hold'st communion with the eternal mind Of Nature, leading an unblemish'd life. What have the bards of other realms and years Fabled of innocence or golden age, But, graven on the tablet of thy page, And of thy life, in majesty appears? What marvel that the men of cities, they Whose fate or choice compels them to endure The sight of things unholy or impure, Feel not the moonlight softness of thy lay? But thou hast fought—hast conquer'd, and decay Flies far from thee, whose great reward is sure! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAT GAL O' MINE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO TWO UNKNOWN LADIES by AMY LOWELL MARY DONNELLY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE WHITE KNIGHT'S SONG by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON FOR G. by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON WYATT BEING IN PRISON, TO BRIAN by THOMAS WYATT |