The Poems of William Wordsworth - Humanities-Ebooks
The Poems of William Wordsworth - Humanities-Ebooks
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18 <strong>The</strong> <strong>Poems</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>William</strong> <strong>Wordsworth</strong><br />
Of vice and virtue, with no skill to part<br />
Vague longing that is bred by want <strong>of</strong> power<br />
From paramount impulse not to be withstood,<br />
A timorous capacity from prudence;<br />
From circumspection infinite delay. 245<br />
Humility and modest awe themselves<br />
Betray me, serving <strong>of</strong>ten for a cloak<br />
To a more subtle selfishness, that now<br />
Doth lock my functions up in blank reserve,<br />
Now dupes me by an over anxious eye 250<br />
That with a false activity beats <strong>of</strong>f<br />
Simplicity and self-presented truth.<br />
—Ah! better far than this, to stray about<br />
Voluptuously through fields and rural walks,<br />
And ask no record <strong>of</strong> the hours, given up 255<br />
To vacant musing, unreprov’d neglect<br />
Of all things, and deliberate holiday:<br />
Far better never to have heard the name<br />
Of zeal and just ambition, than to live<br />
Thus baffled by a mind that every hour 260<br />
Turns recreant to her task, takes heart again<br />
<strong>The</strong>n feels immediately some hollow thought<br />
Hang like an interdict upon her hopes.<br />
This is my lot; for either still I find<br />
Some imperfection in the chosen theme; 265<br />
Or see <strong>of</strong> absolute accomplishment<br />
Much wanting, so much wanting in myself,<br />
That I recoil and droop, and seek repose<br />
In indolence from vain perplexity,<br />
Unpr<strong>of</strong>itably travelling towards the grave, 270<br />
Like a false Steward who hath much receiv’d<br />
And renders nothing back.—Was it for this<br />
That one, the fairest <strong>of</strong> all Rivers, lov’d<br />
To blend his murmurs with my Nurse’s song<br />
And from his alder shades and rocky falls, 275<br />
And from his fords and shallows sent a voice