English poem
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 - Dedication
Dear Fellow-travellers! think not that the Muse, To You presenting these memorial Lays, Can hope the general eye thereon would gaze, As on a mirror that gives back the hues Of living Nature; no, though free to choose The greenest bowers, the most inviting ways, The fairest landscapes and the brightest days, Her skill she tried with less ambitious views. For You she wrought: Ye only can supply The life, the truth, the beauty: she confides In that enjoyment which with You abides, Trusts to your love and vivid memory; Thus far contented, that for You her verse Shall lack not power the "meeting soul to pierce!" W. WORDSWORTH. RYDAL MOUNT, Nov. 1821.
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