Sunday Poem Series, on Easter
from Poems of the Naming of Places
by William Wordsworth
…we advanc’d
Along the indented shore; when suddenly,
Through a thin veil of glittering haze, we saw
Before us on a point of jutting land
The tall and upright figure of a Man
Attir’d in peasant’s garb, who stood alone
Angling beside the margin of the lake.
That way we turn’d our steps: nor was it long,
Ere making ready comments on the sight
Which then we saw, with one and the same voice
We all cried out, that he must be indeed
An idle man, who thus could lose a day
Of the mid harvest, when the labourer’s hire
Is ample, and some little might be stor’d
Wherewith to chear him in the winter time.
Thus talking of that Peasant we approach’d
Close to the spot where with his rod and line
He stood alone; whereat he turn’d his head
To greet us–and we saw a man worn down
By sickness, gaunt and lean, with sunken cheeks
And wasted limbs, his legs so long and lean
That for my single self I look’d at them,
Forgetful of the body they sustain’d.–
Too weak to labour in the harvest field,
The man was using his best skill to gain
A pittance from the dead unfeeling lake
That knew not of his wants. I will not say
What thoughts immediately were ours, nor how
The happy idleness of that sweet morn,
With all its lovely images, was chang’d
To serious musing and to self-reproach.
Nor did we fail to see within ourselves
What need there is to be reserv’d in speech,
And temper all our thoughts with charity….
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