William Wordsworth - The River Duddon - Sonnet 01


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William Wordsworth - The River Duddon - Sonnet 01 - Read by Phil Benson

The River Duddon
A Series Of Sonnets
Sonnet 01
by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

Not envying shades which haply yet may throw
A grateful coolness round that rocky spring,
Bandusia, once responsive to the string
Of the Horatian lyre with babbling flow;
Careless of flowers that in perennial blow
Round the moist marge of Persian fountains cling;
Heedless of Alpine torrents thundering
Through icy portals radiant as heaven's bow;
I seek the birth-place of a native Stream. —
All hail ye mountains, hail thou morning light!
Better to breathe upon this aery height
Than pass in needless sleep from dream to dream ;
Pure flow the verse, pure, vigorous, free, and bright,
For Duddon, long lov'd Duddon, is my theme!