Saturday, 17 January 2015

The Breaking of the Frost

'Tis a power
That does not come unrecognis'd, a storm
Which, breaking up a long-continued frost
Brings with it vernal promises, the hope
of active days, of dignity and thought,
Of prowess in an honourable field,
Pure passions, virtue, knowledge, and delight,
The holy life of music and of verse.

(Wordsworth, The Prelude)

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