Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79. | | | | Thurston Mere | | Thurston Mere | | William Wordsworth (1770–1850) |
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A GROVE there is whose boughs | |
| Stretched from the western marge of Thurston Mere | |
| With length of shade so thick, that whoso glides | |
| Along the line of low-roofed water moves | |
| As in a cloister. Once—while, in that shade | 5 |
| Loitering, I watched the golden beams of light | |
| Flung from the setting sun, as they reposed | |
| In silent beauty on the naked ridge | |
| Of a high eastern hill—thus flowed my thoughts | |
| In a pure stream of words fresh from the heart: | 10 |
| Dear native regions, wheresoe’er shall close | |
| My mortal course, there will I think on you; | |
| Dying, will cast on you a backward look; | |
| Even as this setting sun (albeit the vale | |
| Is nowhere touched by one memorial gleam) | 15 |
| Doth with the fond remains of his last power | |
| Still linger, and a farewell lustre sheds | |
| On the dear mountain-tops where first he rose. | | | | |
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