<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539850" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To James Bromley With 'Wordsworth's Grave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ere vandal lords with lust of gold accurst<br>Deface each hallowed hillside we revere--<br>Ere cities in their million-throated thirst<br>Menace each sacred mere--<br>Let us give thanks because one nook hath been<br>Unflooded yet by desecration's wave,<br>The little churchyard in the valley green<br>That holds our Wordsworth's grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas there I plucked these elegiac blooms,<br>There where he rests 'mid comrades fit and few,<br>And thence I bring this growth of classic tombs,<br>An offering, friend, to you--<br>You who have loved like me his simple themes,<br>Loved his sincere large accent nobly plain,<br>And loved the land whose mountains and whose streams<br>Are lovelier for his strain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It may be that his manly chant, beside<br>More dainty numbers, seems a rustic tune;<br>It may be, thought has broadened since he died<br>Upon the century's noon;<br>It may be that we can no longer share<br>The faith which from his fathers he received;<br>It may be that our doom is to despair<br>Where he with joy believed;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enough that there is none since risen who sings<br>A song so gotten of the immediate soul,<br>So instant from the vital fount of things<br>Which is our source and goal;<br>And though at touch of later hands there float<br>More artful tones than from his lyre he drew,<br>Ages may pass ere trills another note<br>So sweet, so great, so true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Watson">William Watson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539850" data-title="To James Bromley With 'Wordsworth's Grave de William Watson" data-description="Ere vandal lords with lust of gold accurst Deface each hallowed hillside we revere-- Ere cities in their million-throated thirst Menace each sacred mere-- Let us give thanks because one nook hath been Unflooded yet by desecration's wave, The littl..."></div> </div> </div>

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