Author: William Wordsworth
Methinks that to some vacant hermitage My feet would rather turn—to some dry nook Scooped out of living rock, and near a brook Hurled down a mountain-cove from stage to stage, Yet tempering, for my sight, its bustling rage In the soft heaven of a translucent pool; Thence creeping under sylvan arches cool, Fit haunt of shapes whose glorious equipage Would elevate my dreams. A beechen bowl, A maple dish, my furniture should be; Crisp, yellow leaves my bed; the hooting owl My night-watch: nor should e’er the crested fowl From thorp or vill disturb my privacy, But gentle lambs or kids my comrades be.
Type of Poem: Sonnet
Date Written: 1822-01-01
Date Published: 1822-01-01
Language: English
Keywords: Ecclesiastical Sonnets, Reflection, Seclusion, Nature, Solitude
Source: Public Domain Collection
Publisher: W.Wordsworth
Rights/Permissions: Public Domain
Comments/Notes: A sonnet from the Ecclesiastical Sonnets series where Wordsworth continues the theme of seclusion, imagining an idyllic hermitage in nature. The poem reflects on the peaceful and simple life that could be found in solitude, surrounded by the beauty of nature and free from the disturbances of the outside world.
The sonnet is one of the most enduring and celebrated forms of poetry, known for its strict structure and profound themes. With a history spanning centuries, sonnets have been used to explore love, beauty, politics, and mortality, all within the confines of just 14 lines.
Sonnets are characterized by their precise form and rhyme scheme, which vary depending on the type of sonnet. Here’s a closer look:
The sonnet’s enduring appeal lies in its ability to condense complex emotions and ideas into a small but potent package, making it a favorite form for poets seeking to explore profound themes with precision and elegance.