"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

23 June 2020


... My sad Soul
Has form'd a dismal melancholy Scene,
Such a Retreat as I wou'd wish to find;
An unfrequented Vale, o'er-grown with Trees
Mossie and old, within whose lonesome Shade,
Ravens, and Birds ill omen'd, only dwell;
No Sound to break the Silence, but a Brook
That bubling wind's among the Weeds: no Mark
Of any Human Shape that had been there ...

Nicholas Rowe, from The Fair Penitent, Act II, Scene II

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