Me, lured by hope her sorrows to remove,
A heart that could not much itself approve,
O'er Gallia's wastes of corn dejected led,
Her road elms rustling high above my head,
Or through her truant pathways' native charms,
By secret
villages
and lonely farms,
To where the Alps .
William Wordsworth
Only in 1820.]
[Variant 8:
1820.
... with kindest ray
To light him shaken by his viewless way. 1815.]
[Variant 9:
1836.
With bashful fear no cottage children steal
From him, a brother at the cottage meal, 1815.]
[Variant 10:
1845.
Much wondering what sad stroke of crazing Care,
Or desperate Love could lead a wanderer there. 1815.
Much wondering in what fit of crazing care,
Or desperate love, a wanderer came there. 1836.]
[Variant 11:
1836.
Me, lured by hope her sorrows to remove,
A heart that could not much itself approve,
O'er Gallia's wastes of corn dejected led,
Her road elms rustling high above my head,
Or through her truant pathways' native charms,
By secret
villages
and lonely farms,
To where the Alps .
.. 1820.
... could not much herself approve, 1827.
... lured by hope its sorrows to remove, 1832.
The lines 46, 47, were expanded in the edition of 1836 from one line in
the editions of 1820-1832.]
[Variant 12:
1836.
I sigh at hoary Chartreuse' doom.
Where now is fled that Power whose frown severe
Tamed "sober Reason" till she crouched in fear?
