Five years have past; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! and again I hear
These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
With a sweet inland murmur.*—Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
Which on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
The day is come when I again repose
Here, under this dark sycamore, and view
These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts,
Which, at this season, with their unripe fruits,
Among the woods and copses lose themselves,
Nor, with their green and simple hue, disturb
The wild green landscape. Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild; these pastoral farms,
Green to the very door; and wreathes of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees,
With some uncertain notice, as might seem,
Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods,
Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire
The hermit sits alone.
The first 25 lines of the poem are my favorite. Wordsworth takes his readers back to a place where the only thing he knows about is in his memory. this semester i am also taking my brit lit II class and we have read wordsworth... and though i like his work tintern abbey is by far my favortie thing that i read of him. i find it quite ironic that this semester is the first time that i read wordsworth in any of my classes and its not only in my capstone but also in my last lower division class that i have to take.... hmm.. is the world trying to tell me something... am i to have some epiphany while reading tintern abbey? well i havent had one yet but i do reall enjoy reading through it. i think what i like the most about this poem... is that wen reading through it i am moved by his words and not because i think they are amazing per say... but because when picturing what he is writing is beautiful.... i have a place in my head that i have been before that always comes to mind when i am reading this.
the place that i love and the place that might not actually look like what wordsworth is viewing but i picture my families ranch.... the land is outside of red lodge montana... and there is a beautful stream with green hills that go on forever, and trees that line the end of the land like a fence that was put up , but in fact they have always been there.... not that it is the same in calibur as tintern abbey, because i looked up pictures of what land and area wordworth was looking at but for a poem to move me enough to take me to a place where i love and can imagine it very clearly is pretty amazing to me .
