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Nutting
(William Wordsworth)

It seems a day
(I speak of one from many singled out)
One of those heavenly days that cannot die;
When, in the eagerness of boyish hope,
I left our cottage-threshold, sallying forth
With a huge wallet o'er my shoulders slung,
A nutting-crook in hand; and turned my steps
Tow'rd some far-distant wood, a Figure quaint,
Tricked out in proud disguise of cast-off weeds
Which for that service had been husbanded,
By exhortation of my frugal Dame--
Motley accoutrement, of power to smile
At thorns, and brakes, and brambles,--and, in truth,
More ragged than need was! O'er pathless rocks,
Through beds of matted fern, and tangled thickets,
Forcing my way, I came to one dear nook
Unvisited, where not a broken bough
Drooped with its withered leaves, ungracious sign
Of devastation; but the hazels rose
Tall and erect, with tempting clusters hung,
A virgin scene!--A little while I stood,
Breathing with such suppression of the heart
As joy delights in; and, with wise restraint
Voluptuous, fearless of a rival, eyed
The banquet;--or beneath the trees I sate
Among the flowers, and with the flowers I played;
A temper known to those, who, after long
And weary expectation, have been blest
With sudden happiness beyond all hope.
Perhaps it was a bower beneath whose leaves
The violets of five seasons re-appear
And fade, unseen by any human eye;
Where fairy water-breaks do murmur on
For ever; and I saw the sparkling foam,
And--with my cheek on one of those green stones
That, fleeced with moss, under the shady trees,
Lay round me, scattered like a flock of sheep--
I heard the murmur and the murmuring sound,
In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay
Tribute to ease; and, of its joy secure,
The heart luxuriates with indifferent things,
Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones,
And on the vacant air. Then up I rose,
And dragged to earth both branch and bough, with crash
And merciless ravage: and the shady nook
Of hazels, and the green and mossy bower,
Deformed and sullied, patiently gave up
Their quiet being: and, unless I now
Confound my present feelings with the past;
Ere from the mutilated bower I turned
Exulting, rich beyond the wealth of kings,
I felt a sense of pain when I beheld
The silent trees, and saw the intruding sky--
Then, dearest Maiden, move along these shades
In gentleness of heart; with gentle hand
Touch--for there is a spirit in the woods.


Poems/ Poetry / Quotations by William Wordsworth
 A Whirl-blast From Behind The Hill | A Wren's Nest | An Evening Walk, Addressed To A Young Lady | Andrew Jones | Animal Tranquillity And Decay | Brothers, The | Calm Is All Nature As A Resting Wheel. | Complaint Of A Forsaken Indian Woman, The | Danish Boy, The: A Fragment | Elegiac Stanzas | England, 1802 ii | England, 1802 iii | England, 1802 V | "She Was a Phantom of Delight" | "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" | "Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower," | A Poet's Epitaph | Dion | Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg | Foresight | Fountain, The: A Conversation | Hart-Leap Well | I Travelled Among Unknown Men | Idle Shepherd Boys, The | Inside of King's College Chapel, Cambridge | It Is a Beauteous Evening | It was an April morning: fresh and clear | Kitten And Falling Leaves, The | Last of The Flock, The | Lines Left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree | Lucy ii | Lucy iv | Lucy v | Michael: A Pastoral Poem | Mother's Return, The | O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art | Ode to Duty | Old Cumberland Beggar, The | Rainbow, The | Sailor's Mother, The | Scorn Not the Sonnet | She Was a Phantom of Delight | Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman | Simplon Pass, The | Speak! | Stanzas | Stepping Westward | Thorn, The | Three Years She Grew | There was a Boy | World Is Too Much With Us, The | Virgin, The | To A Butterfly (first poem) | To A Sexton | To Joanna | To The Daisy (first poem) | To The Daisy (fourth poem) | To The Same Flower (second poem) | Upon Westminster Bridge | Waterfall and The Eglantine, The | Yarrow Revisited |


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