A Farewell Poem by William Wordsworth

A Farewell

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FAREWELL, thou little Nook of mountain-ground,
Thou rocky corner in the lowest stair
Of that magnificent temple which doth bound
One side of our whole vale with grandeur rare;
Sweet garden-orchard, eminently fair,
The loveliest spot that man hath ever found,
Farewell!--we leave thee to Heaven's peaceful care,
Thee, and the Cottage which thou dost surround.

Our boat is safely anchored by the shore,
And there will safely ride when we are gone;
The flowering shrubs that deck our humble door
Will prosper, though untended and alone:
Fields, goods, and far-off chattels we have none:
These narrow bounds contain our private store
Of things earth makes, and sun doth shine upon;
Here are they in our sight--we have no more.

Sunshine and shower be with you, bud and bell!
For two months now in vain we shall be sought:
We leave you here in solitude to dwell
With these our latest gifts of tender thought;
Thou, like the morning, in thy saffron coat,
Bright gowan, and marsh-marigold, farewell!
Whom from the borders of the Lake we brought,
And placed together near our rocky Well.

We go for One to whom ye will be dear;
And she will prize this Bower, this Indian shed,
Our own contrivance, Building without peer!
--A gentle Maid, whose heart is lowly bred,
Whose pleasures are in wild fields gathered,
With joyousness, and with a thoughtful cheer,
Will come to you; to you herself will wed;
And love the blessed life that we lead here.

Dear Spot! which we have watched with tender heed,
Bringing thee chosen plants and blossoms blown
Among the distant mountains, flower and weed,
Which thou hast taken to thee as thy own,
Making all kindness registered and known;
Thou for our sakes, though Nature's child indeed,
Fair in thyself and beautiful alone,
Hast taken gifts which thou dost little need.

And O most constant, yet most fickle Place,
Thou hast thy wayward moods, as thou dost show
To them who look not daily on thy face;
Who, being loved, in love no bounds dost know,
And say'st, when we forsake thee, 'Let them go!'
Thou easy-hearted Thing, with thy wild race
Of weeds and flowers, till we return be slow,
And travel with the year at a soft pace.

Help us to tell Her tales of years gone by,
And this sweet spring, the best beloved and best;
Joy will be flown in its mortality;
Something must stay to tell us of the rest.
Here, thronged with primroses, the steep rock's breast
Glittered at evening like a starry sky;
And in this bush our sparrow built her nest,
Of which I sang one song that will not die.

O happy Garden! whose seclusion deep
Hath been so friendly to industrious hours;
And to soft slumbers, that did gently steep
Our spirits, carrying with them dreams of flowers,
And wild notes warbled among leafy bowers;
Two burning months let summer overleap,
And, coming back with Her who will be ours,
Into thy bosom we again shall creep.

Anukrit Aggarwal 24 June 2012

summary of the poem

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Cute Lolar 26 December 2013

he is a poet with wide horizon

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Sai Vijaya Mahalakshmi 14 January 2014

Literally Heart touching lines.....

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Hannah Nelson 01 March 2014

Hey Ashwin this is Hannah

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The Artist 17 February 2014

Hey Hannah did you find me now?

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 22 August 2020

Our spirits, carrying with them dreams of flowers, And wild notes warbled among leafy bower

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Rajnish Manga 11 August 2020

And this sweet spring, the best beloved and best; Something must stay to tell us of the rest. ....Our spirits, carrying with them dreams of flowers, ....And wild notes warbled among leafy bowers.... //.... Great poem from Wordsworth- the poet of nature. It celebrates the cycle of seasons and everlasting beauty of nature all around. Thanks.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 20 June 2019

" Farewell- we leave thee to Heaven's peaceful care Thee and the cottage thou dost surround A great meaningful and thought provoking and touching poem.

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Maheswari rath 08 April 2019

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Poran 23 March 2019

Great poet

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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth

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