He lived amidst th' untrodden waysTo Rydal Lake that lead;A bard whom there were none to praise,And very few to read.Behind a cloud his mystic sense,Deep hidden, who can spy?Bright as the night when not a starIs shining in the sky.Unread his works—his 'Milk White Doe'With dust is dark and dim;It's still in Longman's shop, and oh!The difference to him!
He lived amidst th' untrodden waysTo Rydal Lake that lead;A bard whom there were none to praise,And very few to read.Behind a cloud his mystic sense,Deep hidden, who can spy?Bright as the night when not a starIs shining in the sky.Unread his works—his 'Milk White Doe'With dust is dark and dim;It's still in Longman's shop, and oh!The difference to him!
He lived amidst th' untrodden waysTo Rydal Lake that lead;A bard whom there were none to praise,And very few to read.
He lived amidst th' untrodden ways
To Rydal Lake that lead;
A bard whom there were none to praise,
And very few to read.
Behind a cloud his mystic sense,Deep hidden, who can spy?Bright as the night when not a starIs shining in the sky.
Behind a cloud his mystic sense,
Deep hidden, who can spy?
Bright as the night when not a star
Is shining in the sky.
Unread his works—his 'Milk White Doe'With dust is dark and dim;It's still in Longman's shop, and oh!The difference to him!
Unread his works—his 'Milk White Doe'
With dust is dark and dim;
It's still in Longman's shop, and oh!
The difference to him!