English poem
The River Duddon - A Series Of Sonnets, 1820. - XXI - Whence That Low Voice?
Whence that low voice? A whisper from the heart, That told of days long past, when here I roved With friends and kindred tenderly beloved; Some who had early mandates to depart, Yet are allowed to steal my path athwart By Duddon's side; once more do we unite, Once more, beneath the kind Earth's tranquil light; And smothered joys into new being start. From her unworthy seat, the cloudy stall Of Time, breaks forth triumphant Memory; Her glistening tresses bound, yet light and free As golden locks of birch, that rise and fall On gales that breathe too gently to recall Aught of the fading year's inclemency!
More by William Wordsworth
- The River Duddon - A Series Of Sonnets, 1820. - IV - Take, Cradled Nursling Of The Mountain
- The River Duddon - A Series Of Sonnets, 1820. - To The Rev. Dr. Wordsworth
- The River Duddon - A Series Of Sonnets, 1820. - XVI - American Tradition
- The River Duddon - A Series Of Sonnets, 1820. - XVIII - Seathwaite Chapel
- The River Duddon - A Series Of Sonnets, 1820. - XXIV - The Resting Place
- The River Duddon - A Series Of Sonnets, 1820. - XXVI - Return, Content! For Fondly I Pursued
- The River Duddon - A Series Of Sonnets, 1820. - XXXII - Not Hurled Precipitous From Steep To Steep
- The River Duddon - A Series Of Sonnets, 1820. - XXXIII - Conclusion