English poem
The River Duddon - A Series Of Sonnets, 1820. - XXVI - Return, Content! For Fondly I Pursued
Return, Content! for fondly I pursued, Even when a child, the Streams, unheard, unseen; Through tangled woods, impending rocks between; Or, free as air, with flying inquest viewed The sullen reservoirs whence their bold brood Pure as the morning, fretful, boisterous, keen, Green as the salt-sea billows, white and green Poured down the hills, a choral multitude! Nor have I tracked their course for scanty gains; They taught me random cares and truant joys, That shield from mischief and preserve from stains Vague minds, while men are growing out of boys; Maturer Fancy owes to their rough noise Impetuous thoughts that brook not servile reins.
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