Maxioms by William Wordsworth
This flower that first appeared as summer's guest
Preserves her beauty 'mid autumnal leaves
And to her read more
This flower that first appeared as summer's guest
Preserves her beauty 'mid autumnal leaves
And to her mournful habits fondly cleaves.
Like--but oh! how different!
Like--but oh! how different!
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none read more
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love.
Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,
The pious bird with the scarlet breast,
Our little read more
Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,
The pious bird with the scarlet breast,
Our little English Robin;
The bird that comes about our doors
When autumn winds are sobbing?
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
