--Before those
lonesome
doors, .
Wordsworth - 1
. . . the desert air perfumes, 1820.
Thridding the painful crag, . . . 1832.
Yet, wheresoe'er amid the savage scene
Peeps out a little spot of smiling green,
Man with his babes undaunted thither creeps,
And hangs his small wood-hut upon the steeps.
A garden-plot . . . 1836. ]
[Variant 64:
1845.
--Before those hermit doors, that never know 1815.
--Before those lonesome doors, . . . 1836. ]
[Variant 65:
1845.
The grassy seat beneath their casement shade
The pilgrim's wistful eye hath never stayed. 1815.
The shady porch ne'er offered a cool seat
To pilgrims overpowered by summer's heat. 1836. ]
[Variants 66 and 67: See Appendix III. --Ed. ]
[Variant 68:
1845.
Lines 246 to 253 were previously:
--There, did the iron Genius not disdain
The gentle Power that haunts the myrtle plain,
There might the love-sick Maiden sit, and chide
Th' insuperable rocks and severing tide,
There watch at eve her Lover's sun-gilt sail
Approaching, and upbraid the tardy gale,
There list at midnight, till is heard no more,
Below, the echo of his parting oar,
There hang in fear, when growls the frozen stream, [v]
To guide his dangerous tread, the taper's gleam. 1815.
There might the maiden chide, in love-sick mood,
The insuperable rocks and severing flood; 1836.
At midnight listen till his parting oar,
And its last echo, can be heard no more.
