Friday, August 12, 2011
A Counterpoise
William Wordsworth, The Prelude 12.29-34:
John Constable, Wooded Landscape
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So neither were complacency, nor peace,
Nor tender yearnings, wanting for my good
Through these distracted times; in Nature still
Glorying, I found a counterpoise in her,
Which, when the spirit of evil reached its height,
Maintained for me a secret happiness.
