Wordsworth's Mutability

Matthew, modified 9 Years ago at 4/8/13 4:15 PM
Created 9 Years ago at 4/8/13 4:15 PM

Wordsworth's Mutability

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From low to high doth dissolution climb,
And sink from high to low, along a scale
Of awful notes, whose concord shall not fail:
A musical but melancholy chime,
Which they can hear who meddle not with crime,
Nor avarice, nor over-anxious care.
Truth fails not; but her outward forms that bear
The longest date do melt like frosty rime,
That in the morning whitened hill and plain
And is no more; drop like the tower sublime
Of yesterday, which royally did wear
His crown of weeds, but could not even sustain
Some casual shout that broke the silent air,
Or the unimaginable touch of Time.
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Daniel M Ingram, modified 9 Years ago at 4/8/13 9:12 PM
Created 9 Years ago at 4/8/13 9:12 PM

RE: Wordsworth's Mutability

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Very nice!

Ok, one from TS Eliott's Little Gidding (part of his Four Quartets), the last stanza:

"We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one."

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