Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
II. Placid Objects of ContemplationWilliam Wordsworth (17701850)
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Of civil conflict, nor the wrecks of change,
Nor Duty struggling with afflictions strange,
Not these alone inspire the tuneful shell;
But where untroubled peace and concord dwell,
There also is the Muse not loath to range,
Watching the twilight smoke of cot or grange
Skyward ascending from a woody dell.
Meek aspirations please her, lone endeavor,
And sage content, and placid melancholy;
She loves to gaze upon a crystal river,
Diaphanous, because it travels slowly.
Soft is the music that would charm forever;
The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly.