Page:Poems by William Wordsworth (1815) Volume 2.djvu/139

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"There came from me a sigh of pain
Which I could ill confine;
I looked at her and looked again:
—And did not wish her mine."


Matthew is in his grave, yet now
Methinks I see him stand,
As at that moment, with his bough
Of wilding in his hand.