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Poem
August 4, 1927
The Laurens Advertiser
Laurens, Laurens County, South Carolina
What is this article about?
Wordsworth expresses continued affection for nature's elements despite the passage of time and awareness of mortality, crediting the human heart for profound, tearless insights from simple beauties like flowers.
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And O ye fountains, meadows, hills and groves
Forebode not any severing of our loves!
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
I only have relinquished one delight
To live beneath your more habitual sway.
I love the brooks which down their channels fret.
Even more than when I tripped lightly as they;
The innocent brightness of a newborn day
Is lovely yet;
The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober coloring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality!
Another race hath been, and other palms are won!
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears.
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
William Wordsworth.
Forebode not any severing of our loves!
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
I only have relinquished one delight
To live beneath your more habitual sway.
I love the brooks which down their channels fret.
Even more than when I tripped lightly as they;
The innocent brightness of a newborn day
Is lovely yet;
The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober coloring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality!
Another race hath been, and other palms are won!
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears.
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
William Wordsworth.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
Wordsworth
Nature
Mortality
Human Heart
Immortality
Reflection
What entities or persons were involved?
William Wordsworth
Poem Details
Author
William Wordsworth
Key Lines
The Clouds That Gather Round The Setting Sun
Do Take A Sober Coloring From An Eye
That Hath Kept Watch O'er Man's Mortality!
Thanks To The Human Heart By Which We Live,
Thanks To Its Tenderness, Its Joys, And Fears.
To Me The Meanest Flower That Blows Can Give
Thoughts That Do Often Lie Too Deep For Tears.