Louisa
By William Wordsworth
After accompanying her on a mountain excursion.
Written at Town-end, Grasmere.
I met Louisa in the shade,
And, having seen that lovely Maid,
Why should I fear to say
That, nymph-like, she is fleet and strong,
And down the rocks can leap along
Like rivulets in May?
She loves her fire, her cottage-home;
Yet o'er the moorland will she roam
In weather rough and bleak;
And, when against the wind she strains,
Oh! might I kiss the mountain rains
That sparkle on her cheek.
Take all that's mine beneath the moon,
If I with her but half a noon
May sit beneath the walls
Of some old cave, or mossy nook,
When up she winds along the brook
To hunt the waterfalls.
4 comments:
that really is you!
Thanks! I like to think so. Now to get over to the moors...
Wow, that's awesome! I'm surprised you hadn't found this earlier. Are you still writing poetry as well as stories? I really need to email you back about the ones you sent me. :) Thanks for all the posting lately. I'm really enjoying it.
How did he know how to describe you perfectly without meeting you yet? That's a pretty poem.
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