Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79. | | | | Trosachs | | The Trosachs | | William Wordsworth (1770–1850) |
| | | THERE ’s not a nook within this solemn pass, | |
| But were an apt confessional for one | |
| Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gone, | |
| That life is but a tale of morning grass | |
| Withered at eve. From scenes of art which chase | 5 |
| That thought away, turn, and with watchful eyes | |
| Feed it mid Nature’s old felicities, | |
| Rocks, rivers, and smooth lakes more clear than glass | |
| Untouched, unbreathed upon. Thrice-happy quest, | |
| If from a golden perch of aspen spray | 10 |
| (October’s workmanship to rival May) | |
| The pensive warbler of the ruddy breast | |
| That moral sweeten by a heaven-taught lay, | |
| Lulling the year, with all its cares, to rest! | | | | |
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