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"...of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods..."

From William Wordsworth's "Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey":

Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms,
Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!
With some uncertain notice, as might seem
Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods,
Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire
The Hermit sits alone.

I can totally see that hermit.

July 13, 2014 in Books | Permalink

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