COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY, ON REVISITING THE BANKS OF THE WYE DURING A TOUR. JULY 13, 1798 No poem of mine was composed under circumstances more pleasant for me to remember than this. I began it upon leaving Tintern, after crossing the Wye, and concluded it just as I was entering Bristol in the evening, after a ramble of four or five days, with my Sister. Not a line of it was altered, and not any part of it written down till I reached Bristol. FIVE years have past; five summers, with the length Of five long winters! and again I hear These waters, rolling from their mountainsprings With a soft inland murmur. Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky. Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves 'Mid groves and copses. Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In which the burthen of the mystery, 40 Is lightened:- that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, If this Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty mountain-winds be free Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, chance |