“Like an army defeated
The Snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The Plough-boy is whooping—anon—anon:
There’s joy in the mountains;'
There’s life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!”—William Wordsworth, “Written in March While Resting on the Bridge at the Foot of Brother’s Water” (1807), from The MajorWorks: Including the Prelude, edited by Stephen Gill (1984)
I took the photo accompanying this post
this past weekend at the Tenafly NatureCenter, not far from where I live in Bergen County, N.J.The Snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The Plough-boy is whooping—anon—anon:
There’s joy in the mountains;'
There’s life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!”—William Wordsworth, “Written in March While Resting on the Bridge at the Foot of Brother’s Water” (1807), from The MajorWorks: Including the Prelude, edited by Stephen Gill (1984)
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