THE DESERTED COTTAGE.
IMITATION OF WORDSWORTH.
A cottage by a river stood,
A little cottage, wild and rude,
And every stormy wind that blew,
Seemed sighing there a last adieu;
So long the cottage stood.
A little cottage, wild and rude,
And every stormy wind that blew,
Seemed sighing there a last adieu;
So long the cottage stood.
The windows tottered in their frame,
The door half-open lay,
And seemed by its retiring air
To wish the stranger's entrance there,
To save it from decay.
The door half-open lay,
And seemed by its retiring air
To wish the stranger's entrance there,
To save it from decay.
And far and near, by that lone hut,
No trace of humankind there dwelt;
The very birds that twittered near,
The tiny insects hovering here,
The stillness might have felt.
No trace of humankind there dwelt;
The very birds that twittered near,
The tiny insects hovering here,
The stillness might have felt.
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