Hartley Coleridge


Wordsworth Unvisited

Wordsworth Unvisited

He lived among th'untrodden ways
To Rydal Lake that lead,
A bard whom there were none to praise
And very few to read.

Behind a cloud his mystic sense,
Deep-hidden, who can spy?
Bright as the night when not a star
Is shining in the sky.

Unread his works -- his "Milk White Doe"
With dust is dark and dim;
It's still in Longman's shop, and oh!
The difference to him!