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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79.


At Bala-sala, Isle of Man

By William Wordsworth (1770–1850)

Supposed to Be Written by a Friend

BROKEN in fortune, but in mind entire

And sound in principle, I seek repose

Where ancient trees this convent-pile enclose,

In ruin beautiful. When vain desire

Intrudes on peace, I pray the Eternal Sire

To cast a soul-subduing shade on me,

A gray-haired, pensive, thankful Refugee;

A shade,—but with some sparks of heavenly fire

Once to these cells vouchsafed. And when I note

The old Tower’s brow yellowed as with the beams

Of sunset ever there, albeit streams

Of stormy weather-stains that semblance wrought,

I thank the silent monitor, and say,

“Shine so, my aged brow, at all hours of the day!”