WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
552 Valedictory Sonnet to the River Duddon
I THOUGHT of Thee, my partner and my guide, As being pass'd away. Vain sympathies'
For, backward, Duddon f as I cast my eyes, I see what was, and is, and will abide; ,Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide;
The Form remains, the Function never dies;
While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise, We Men, who in our morn of youth defied The elements, must vanish,; be it so!
Enough, if something from our hands have power
To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, [dower,
Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent We feel that we are greater than we know.
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��553 Mutability
>ROM 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 whiten 'd 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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