But now my own delights I make , My thirst at every rill can slake , And gladly
Nature ' s love partake Of thee , sweet Daisy ! When soothed a while by milder
airs , Thee Winter in the garland wears That thinly shades his few grey hairs ;
Off , off ! or , puny Thing ! I ' ll hurl thee headlong with the rock To which thy fibres
cling . ” The Flood was tyrannous and strong ' ; The patient Briar suffered long ,
Nor did he utter groan or sigh , Hoping the . 67 The Waterfall and the Eglantine ...
A Nun demure , of lowly port ; Or sprightly Maiden , of Love ' s Court , In thy
simplicity the sport Of all temptations ; A Queen in crown of rubies drest ; A
Starveling in a scanty vest ; Are all , as seem to suit thee best , Thy appellations .
To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green ; And thou wert
still a hope , a love ; Still longed for , never seen ! And I can listen to thee yet ;
Can lie upon the plain And listen , till I do beget That golden time again . O
Yet , dream and vision as thou art , • I bless thee with a human heart : God shield
thee to thy latest years ! I neither know thee nor thy peers ; And yet my eyes are
filled with tears . With earnest feeling I shall pray For thee when I am far away ...
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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.