Lines written when sailing in a Boat at Evening

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Title:     Lines written when sailing in a Boat at Evening
Author: William Wordsworth [More Titles by Wordsworth]

How rich the wave, in front, imprest
With evening twilights summer hues,
While, facing thus the crimson west,
The boat her silent path pursues!
And see how dark the backward stream!
A little moment past, so smiling!
And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam,
Some other loiterer beguiling.

Such views the youthful bard allure,
But, heedless of the following gloom,
He deems their colours shall endure
'Till peace go with him to the tomb.
--And let him nurse his fond deceit,
And what if he must die in sorrow!
Who would not cherish dreams so sweet,
Though grief and pain may come to-morrow?

 

 

 

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William Wordsworth's poem: Lines written when sailing in a Boat at Evening

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