Seven Sisters that together dwell ; But he , bold Knight as ever fought , Their
Father , took of them no thought , He loved the Wars so well . Sing , mournfully ,
oh ! mournfully , Fresh blows the wind , a western wind , And The Solitude of
Sing , mournfully , oh ! mournfully , The Solitude of Binnorie . Beside a Grotto of
their own , With boughs above them closing , The Seven are laid , and in the
shade They lie like Fawns reposing . But now , upstarting with affright At noise of
Sing , mournfully , oh ! mournfully , The Solitude of Binnorie . Some close behind ,
some side by side , Like clouds in stormy weather , They run , and cry , “ Nay let
us die , . And let us die together . ” A Lake was near ; the shore was steep ...
... from out the deep : The Fishers say , those Sisters fair By Faeries are all buried
there , And there together sleep . Sing , mournfully , oh ! mournfully , The Solitude
of Binnorie . XVIII . THE PILGRIM ' S DREAM ; OR , 94 THE SEVEN SISTERS .
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My favorite is "Solitary Reaper". When I first read it, I fell in love with the poem. It's like Wordsworth wrote it for me only.
I always feel understood and totally embraced everytime I read this poem and walk away with a full heart.