A Reminiscence of Wordsworth

‘…and again I hear
These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
With a sweet, inland murmur.’


You can’t help but notice how
Nature always seems to find
Its way. You watch as the
Anaemic looking
Taupe roots
Score up through the
Grooves in the cracked
Pavement, then spread,
branch out,
Curl their
furred, prickly
bodies and dive back
beneath the earth.
You wonder about the truth
Behind Wordsworth’s words…

…because even in the

Blackness and the murk,
Even in the shadows and
At the edge of the earth,
Nature still finds
A way to be.


‘Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
Which on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The landscape with the quiet sky.’


‘The day has come when I again repose
Here, under this dark sycamore, and view
These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard tufts,
Which, at this season, with their unripe fruits,
Among the woods and copses lose themselves,
Nor, with their green and simple hue, disturb
The wild green landscape.’

-Wordsworth ‘Lines Written A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey’

*I have lifted the quotes in bold directly from The Major Works (of William Wordsworth), I recommend that you give it a read!

Laura Marie

Copyright: Laura Davis © 2017, all rights reserved.



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