To A Distant Friend Poem by William Wordsworth

To A Distant Friend

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Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant
Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air
Of absence withers what was once so fair?
Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant?

Yet have my thoughts for thee been vigilant,
Bound to thy service with unceasing care--
The mind's least generous wish a mendicant
For nought but what thy happiness could spare.

Speak!--though this soft warm heart, once free to hold
A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine,
Be left more desolate, more dreary cold
Than a forsaken bird's-nest fill'd with snow
'Mid its own bush of leafless eglantine--
Speak, that my torturing doubts their end may know!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
thats hot 06 May 2021

thats hot

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seven 01 December 2019

im 14 and this is deep

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* Sunprincess * 15 November 2015

.......wonderful poem...love this ?

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William Wordsworth

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