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Sonnets: Miscellaneous Sonnets - _To the_ ----. Post by :Golden_Eagle Category :Poems Author :William Wordsworth Date :July 2011 Read :1438

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_To the ----.


Lady! the songs of Spring were in the grove
While I was framing beds for winter flowers;
While I was planting green unfading bowers,
And shrubs to hang upon the warm alcove,
And sheltering wall; and still, as fancy wove
The dream, to time and nature's blended powers
I gave this paradise for winter hours,
A labyrinth Lady! which your feet shall rove.
Yes! when the sun of life more feebly shines,
Becoming thoughts, I trust, of solemn gloom
Or of high gladness you shall hither bring;
And these perennial bowers and murmuring pines
Be gracious as the music and the bloom
And all the mighty ravishment of Spring.

Content of _To the ----. (William Wordsworth's poems: Part The First - Miscellaneous Sonnets)

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