Prompt #3 in the contest |
Ode On Intimations Of Immortality - William Wordsworth X Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song! And yet the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound! We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. XI And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. [comp. 1802-1804(?); publ. 1807] William Wordsworth. "Jane Austen Contest " If you want to read a whole Ode On Intimations Of Immortality please see this link: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-on-intimations-of-immortality/ Please be reminded that William Wordsworth belongs to Victorian era and your story still needs to be written as victorian. IT HAS TO BE TRIBUTE TO WILLIAM'S POEM.( feel free to use pieces of the poems in your story if you want to since it is tribute ). I didn't want to put a whole poem because I want you to focus just on last two parts ( X and XI ). I understand that this might be hard but this is one of my favorite poems ever and I believe that everyone has his own 'splendour in the grass' story. I swear I wont bother you with grammar, language or Jane Austen's writing style since she has nothing to do with this prompt. This time just write me a story about X and XI part of the poem. If you don't understand something please email me, or submit a comment below. Thank you, I know you can do it. *Note: please note that this month I wont be able to review your stories because I'm going back to the ship 7th of May. The first month is the hardest on the ship for me but if you submit entry before May 7th I'll try to review it. All other entries submitted after May 7th will receive 1000GPs and I'll log in often to Writing.com from my iPad and I'll send you an email about how I felt your story. Just a few sentences. Thank you for understanding. Enjoy. ** Image ID #1987329 Unavailable ** |