2124 -  Resolution And Independence

Himself he propp'd, his body, limbs, and face, 
Upon a long grey Staff of shaven wood: 
And, still as I drew near with gentle pace, 
Beside the little pond or moorish flood 
Motionless as a Cloud the Old Man stood; 
That heareth not the loud winds when they call; 
And moveth altogether, if it move at all.
At length, himself unsettling, he the 
Pond Stirred with his Staff, and fixedly did look 
Upon the muddy water, which he conn'd, 
As if he had been reading in a book: 
And now such freedom as I could I took;
And, drawing to his side, to him did say, 
"This morning gives us promise of a glorious day."
A gentle answer did the Old Man make, 
In courteous speech which forth he slowly drew:
And him with further words I thus bespake, 
"What kind of work is that which you pursue?
This is a lonesome place for one like you." 
He answer'd me with pleasure and surprize; 
And there was, while he spake, a fire about his eyes.
His words came feebly, from a feeble chest, 
Yet each in solemn order follow'd each, 
With something of a lofty utterance drest; 
Choice word, and measured phrase; above the reach 
Of ordinary men; a stately speech! 
Such as grave Livers do in Scotland use, 
Religious men, who give to God and Man their dues.

(William Wordsworth)


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