Wanderer of Woods



      If this
Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft--
In darkness and amid the many shapes
Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir
Unprofitable, and the fever of the world,
Have hung upon the beatings of my heart--
How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee,
O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods,
    How often has my spirit turned to thee!

-William Wordsworth,
Lines Composed a Few Miles
above Tintern Abbey
, 1798







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