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    William Wordsworth - The Simplon Pass


    by poetictouch

    Ted Hughes reads William Wordsworth's The Simplon Pass

    The Simplon Pass
    by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

    — Brook and road
    Were fellow-travellers in this gloomy Pass,
    And with them did we journey several hours
    At a slow step. The immeasurable height
    Of woods decaying, never to be decayed,
    The stationary blasts of waterfalls,
    And in the narrow rent, at every turn,
    Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn,
    The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky,
    The rocks that muttered close upon our ears,
    Black drizzling crags that spake by the wayside
    As if a voice were in them, the sick sight
    And giddy prospect of the raving stream,
    The unfettered clouds and region of the heavens,
    Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light —
    Were all like workings of one mind, the features
    Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree,
    Characters of the great Apocalypse,
    The types and symbols of Eternity,
    Of first and last, and midst, and without end.