Wordsworth

Welcome to the Dairyland. For the past three days in Wisconsin, I have enjoyed a moment at the hearth with old family friends.

Today's westward journey included a visit to an antique store where I purchased an East Lake vanity seat, two claw-footed piano stools, a bird claw and ruby glass lighter, a sterling silver Viking ship and a few other items.

All this leaves me tired, so I will share a poem with you. Enjoy!


Stepping Westward by William Wordsworth

"What, you are stepping westward?"--"Yea."
---'T would be a wildish destiny,
If we, who thus together roam
In a strange land, and far from home,
Were in this place the guests of Chance:
Yet who would stop, or fear to advance,
Though home or shelter he had none,
With such a sky to lead him on?

The dewy ground was dark and cold;
Behind, all gloomy to behold;
And stepping westward seemed to be
A kind of heavenly destiny:
I liked the greeting; 't was a sound
Of something without place or bound;
And seemed to give me spiritual right
To travel through that region bright.

The voice was soft, and she who spake
Was walking by her native lake:
The salutation had to me
The very sound of courtesy:
Its power was felt; and while my eye
Was fixed upon the glowing sky,
The echo of the voice enwrought
A human sweetness with the thought
Of travelling through the world that lay
Before me in my endless way.