WEDDED LOVE. THIS fair Bride In the devotedness of youthful love, On Devon's leafy shores; a sheltered hold, In a soft clime encouraging the soil To a luxuriant bounty! As our steps Approach th' embowered abode-our chosen seat- Th' unendangered myrtle, decked with flowers, Of willingness with which they would unite Winding away its never-ending line. On their smooth surface, evidence was none : But, there, lay open to our daily haunt, A range of unappropriated earth, Where youth's ambitious feet might move at large; Whence, unmolested wanderers, we beheld The shining giver of the day diffuse His brightness o'er a tract of sea and land Gay as our spirits, free as our desires, As our enjoyments boundless. From those heights Where arbours of impenetrable shade, And mossy seats, detained us side by side, With hearts at ease, and knowledge in our hearts "That all the grove and all the day was ours." WORDSWORTH LO, YONDER shed! observe its garden ground, With the low paling, form'd of wreck, around : There dwells a fisher: if you view his boat, With bed and barrel-'t is his house afloat; Look at his house, where ropes, nets, blocks abound, Tar, pitch, and oakum-'t is his boat aground : That space enclosed but little he regards, Spread o'er with relics of masts, sails, and yards; Fish by the wall, on spit of elder, rest, Of all his food the cheapest and the best, By his own labour caught, for his own hunger dress'd. Here our reformers come not; none object CRABBE |