Maxioms by William Wordsworth
Of vast circumference and gloom profound,
This solitary Tree! A living thing
Produced too slowly ever to read more
Of vast circumference and gloom profound,
This solitary Tree! A living thing
Produced too slowly ever to decay;
Of form and aspect too magnificent
To be destroyed.
Hail to thee, far above the rest
In joy of voice and pinion!
Thou, linnet! in thy read more
Hail to thee, far above the rest
In joy of voice and pinion!
Thou, linnet! in thy green array,
Presiding spirit here to-day,
Dost lead the revels of the May;
And this is thy dominion.
The bane of all that dread the Devil!
The bane of all that dread the Devil!
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising:
There are forty feeding like one!
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising:
There are forty feeding like one!
The feather, whence the pen
Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,
Dropped from read more
The feather, whence the pen
Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,
Dropped from an Angel's wing.
