With nothing to brag about but the
Tearing boar-flesh and swilling al
A fermenting of huge-chested bragg
Got nowhere by sitting still
To hear some timorous poet enlarge

This house has been far out at sea
The woods crashing through darknes
Winds stampeding the fields under
Floundering black astride and blin
Till day rose; then under an orang

Between Westminster and sunstruck
The desert has entered the flea’s
Like shut—eyed half—submerged Nil
The buildings tremble with breath.
The mirage of river is so real

The swallow of summer, she toils a
A blue—dark knot of glittering vol
A whiplash swimmer, a fish of the
But the serpent of cars that crawl
In shimmering exhaust

I saw my world again through your
As I would see it again through y
Through your eyes it was foreign.
Plain hedge hawthorns were peculia
A mystery of peculiar lore and doi

The dog loved its churlish life,
Scraps, thefts. Itsdeclined blood
An anarchy of mindless pride.
Nobody’s pet, but good enough
To double with a bitch as poor.

A cool small evening shrunk to a d
And you listening.
A spider’s web, tense for the dew’
A pail lifted, still and brimming–
To tempt a first star to a tremor.

Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, yo
With your fresh thoughts care for,
Ah! as the heart grows older

O lady, when the tipped cup of the
You became soft fire with a cloud’
The difficult stars swam for eyes
You stood, and your shadow was my
You turned, your shadow turned to

A shattered army, Thames’ filthy
Not a beautiful spectacle
For the drinkers of history, or fo
Or my friends, this island’s paral
Wordsworth’s head went down here s