To a Highland Girl BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

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Many Many wishes Anjuse…this post is for you…It is the beauty that remained in your heart has made you defy everything and make you climb this peak of happiness. You are a highland girl…keep climbing peaks of happiness, enjoy the valleys too. I was on top of Ben Lomond and I felt this overwhelming happiness for you and wondered and yes it was windy, just like you used to say… a windy-windy place which you love. Nercha this is ( there you are trapped), some day you have to climb this mountain with your stumpy legs. Someday some day…but now float-float.! because the tempest is taking you to all the right peaks and places ๐Ÿ™‚

This poem makes sense…my first visit to Scottish country sides, and how my sailor prince enjoyed the untouched beauty of Scottish Loch and Munro and frosty scenic beauty. He always told me how beautiful Scotland is…the many memories he had during family holidays there. His heart is never in a city, as he was raised on the other side of Ports-down hill in Soberton… I have beautiful memories of spending my childhood in that little house on top the hill where we lived till my age 10. Beautiful memories of my childhood with my sister and Pechi-echi and the clan.ย  My childhood was filled with running around in the woods to climb on top of the hill to see the world from the top. It all feels like home…

It was a beautiful trip…and I love this poem ๐Ÿ™‚

Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower
Of beauty is thy earthly dower!
Twice seven consenting years have shed
Their utmost bounty on thy head:
And these grey rocks; that household lawn;
Those trees, a veil just half withdrawn;
This fall of water that doth make
A murmur near the silent lake;
This little bay; a quiet road
That holds in shelter thy Abodeโ€”
In truth together do ye seem
Like something fashioned in a dream;
Such Forms as from their covert peep
When earthly cares are laid asleep!
But, O fair Creature! in the light
Of common day, so heavenly bright,
I bless Thee, Vision as thou art,
I bless thee with a human heart;
God shield thee to thy latest years!
Thee, neither know I, nor thy peers;
And yet my eyes are filled with tears.

With earnest feeling I shall pray
For thee when I am far away:
For never saw I mien, or face,
In which more plainly I could trace
Benignity and home-bred sense
Ripening in perfect innocence.
Here scattered, like a random seed,
Remote from men, Thou dost not need
The embarrassed look of shy distress,
And maidenly shamefacedness:
Thou wear’st upon thy forehead clear
The freedom of a Mountaineer:
A face with gladness overspread!
Soft smiles, by human kindness bred!
And seemliness complete, that sways
Thy courtesies, about thee plays;
With no restraint, but such as springs
From quick and eager visitings
Of thoughts that lie beyond the reach
Of thy few words of English speech:
A bondage sweetly brooked, a strife
That gives thy gestures grace and life!
So have I, not unmoved in mind,
Seen birds of tempest-loving kindโ€”
Thus beating up against the wind.

What hand but would a garland cull
For thee who art so beautiful?
O happy pleasure! here to dwell
Beside thee in some heathy dell;
Adopt your homely ways, and dress,
A Shepherd, thou a Shepherdess!
But I could frame a wish for thee
More like a grave reality:
Thou art to me but as a wave
Of the wild sea; and I would have
Some claim upon thee, if I could,
Though but of common neighbourhood.
What joy to hear thee, and to see!
Thy elder Brother I would be,
Thy Fatherโ€”anything to thee!

Now thanks to Heaven! that of its grace
Hath led me to this lonely place.
Joy have I had; and going hence
I bear away my recompense.
In spots like these it is we prize
Our Memory, feel that she hath eyes:
Then, why should I be loth to stir?
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new pleasure like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
Nor am I loth, though pleased at heart,
Sweet Highland Girl! from thee to part;
For I, methinks, till I grow old,
As fair before me shall behold,
As I do now, the cabin small,
The lake, the bay, the waterfall;
And thee, the spirit of them all!

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