Lyrical Ballads, with other poems, by William Wordsworth

The two April Mornings

We walk’d along, while bright and red

Uprose the morning sun,

And Matthew stopp’d, he look’d, and said,

“The will of God be done!”

A village Schoolmaster was he,

With hair of glittering grey;

As blithe a man as you could see

On a spring holiday.

And on that morning, through the grass,

And by the steaming rills,

We travell’d merrily to pass

A day among the hills.

“Our work,” said I, “was well begun;

Then, from thy breast what thought,

Beneath so beautiful a sun,

So sad a sigh has brought?”

A second time did Matthew stop,

And fixing still his eye

Upon the eastern mountain-top

To me he made reply.

Yon cloud with that long purple cleft

Brings fresh into my mind

A day like this which I have left

Full thirty years behind.

And on that slope of springing corn

The self-same crimson hue

Fell from the sky that April morn,

The same which now I view!

With rod and line my silent sport

I plied by Derwent’s wave,

And, coming to the church, stopp’d short

Beside my Daughter’s grave.

Nine summers had she scarcely seen

The pride of all the vale;

And then she sang! — she would have been

A very nightingale.

Six feet in earth my Emma lay,

And yet I lov’d her more,

For so it seem’d, than till that day

I e’er had lov’d before.

And, turning from her grave, I met

Beside the church-yard Yew

A blooming Girl, whose hair was wet

With points of morning dew.

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