HE LIVED AMIDST TH' UNTRODDEN WAYS
He lived amidst th' untrodden ways
To Rydal Lake that lead: --
A bard whom there were none to praise,
And very few to read.
Behind a cloud his mystic sense,
Deep-hidden, who can spy?
Bright as the night, when not a star
Is shining in the sky.
Unread his works -- his 'Milk-white Doe'
With dust is dark and dim;
It's still in Longman's shop, and Oh!
The difference to him!
He lived amidst th' untrodden ways
To Rydal Lake that lead: --
A bard whom there were none to praise,
And very few to read.
Behind a cloud his mystic sense,
Deep-hidden, who can spy?
Bright as the night, when not a star
Is shining in the sky.
Unread his works -- his 'Milk-white Doe'
With dust is dark and dim;
It's still in Longman's shop, and Oh!
The difference to him!