Wordsworth’s Prelude has a lesson for us all. In it, Wordsworth realises that he has been mistaken. As he sits in a small boat at night on a lake, gazing up at a mountain, it strikes him that Nature does not love him back.
There in her mooring-place I left my bark,
-And through the meadows homeward went, in grave
And serious mood; but after I had seen
That …
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