William Wordsworth - The River Duddon - Sonnet 03

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William Wordsworth - The River Duddon - Sonnet 03 - Read by Phil Benson

The River Duddon
A Series Of Sonnets
Sonnet 03
by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

How shall I paint thee? — Be this naked stone
My seat while I give way to such intent;
Pleased could my verse, a speaking monument,
Make to the eyes of men thy features known.
But as of all those tripping lambs not one
Outruns his fellows, so hath nature lent
To thy beginning nought that doth present
Peculiar grounds for hope to build upon.
To dignify the spot that gives thee birth,
No sign of hoar Antiquity's esteem
Appears, and none of modern Fortune's care;
Yet thou thyself hast round thee shed a gleam
Of brilliant moss, instinct with freshness rare;
Prompt offering to thy Foster-mother, Earth!