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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
XV. After Visiting the Field of Waterloo
By William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
A WINGÉD Goddess, clothed in vesture wrought
Of rainbow colors,—one whose port was bold,
Whose overburdened hand could scarcely hold
The glittering crowns and garlands which it brought,
Hovered in air above the far-famed spot.        5
She vanished, leaving prospect blank and cold
Of wind-swept corn that wide around us rolled
In dreary billows, wood, and meagre cot,
And monuments that soon must disappear;
Yet a dread local recompense we found;        10
While glory seemed betrayed, while patriot zeal
Sank in our hearts, we felt as men should feel
With such vast hoards of hidden carnage near;
And horror breathing from the silent ground. 1
Note 1. Yet in another poem on this subject, he says that “Carnage” is God’s “daughter”! Such perilous inconsistency is there in playing with the edge-tools of theological metaphysics. [back]

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