English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
William Wordsworth
399. To a Distant Friend
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Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air
Of absence withers what was once so fair?
Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant?
Bound to thy service with unceasing care—
The mind’s least generous wish a mendicant
For nought but what thy happiness could spare.
A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine,
Be left more desolate, more dreary cold
’Mid its own bush of leafless eglantine—
Speak, that my torturing doubts their end may know!