Great poetry of William Wordsworth
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Poem by William Wordsworth

‘Weak is the will of Man, his judgment blind;

‘Remembrance persecutes, and Hope betrays;

‘Heavy is woe; and joy, for human-kind,

‘A mournful thing, so transient is the blaze!’

Thus might ‘he’ paint our lot of mortal days

Who wants the glorious faculty assigned

To elevate the more-than-reasoning Mind,

And colour life’s dark cloud with orient rays.

Imagination is that sacred power,

Imagination lofty and refined;

‘Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower

Of Faith, and round the Sufferer’s temples bind

Wreaths that endure affliction’s heaviest shower,

And do not shrink from sorrow’s keenest wind.

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