This sonnet is found in one of Dorothy Wordsworth's letters to herfriend Miss Jane Polland, written from Forncett Rectory, on 6th May1792. She wrote:--
"I promised to transcribe some of William's compositions. As I made the promise I will give you a little sonnet, but all the same I charge you, as you value our friendship, not to read it, or to show it to any one--to your sister, or any other person.... I take the first that offers. It is only valuable to me because the lane which gave birth to it was the favourite evening walk of my dear William and me." ... "I have not chosen this sonnet because of any particular beauty it has; it was the first I laid my hands upon."--ED.
Sweet was the walk along the narrow lane
At noon, the bank and hedgerows all the way
Shagged with wild pale green tufts of fragrant hay,
Caught by the hawthorns from the loaded wain
Which Age, with many a slow stoop, strove to gain;
And Childhood seeming still more busy, took
His little rake with cunning sidelong look,
Sauntering to pluck the strawberries wild unseen.
Now too, on melancholy's idle dream
Musing, the lone spot with my soul agrees
Quiet and dark; for through the thick-wove trees
Scarce peeps the curious star till solemn gleams
The clouded moon, and calls me forth to stray
Through tall green silent woods and ruins grey.
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