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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WORDSWORTHIAN REMINISCENCES, by ANONYMOUS
First Line: I walked and came upon a picket fence
Last Line: "but where the posts comes in, I could not tell"
Subject(s): "memory;poetry & Poets;wordsworth, William (1770-1850);
First Line: I walked and came upon a picket fence
Last Line: "but where the posts comes in, I could not tell"
Subject(s): "memory;poetry & Poets;wordsworth, William (1770-1850);
I WALKED and came upon a picket fence,
And every picket went straight up and down,
And all at even intervals were placed,
All painted green, all pointed at the top,
And every one inextricably nailed
Unto two several cross-beams, which did go,
Not as the pickets, but quite otherwise,
And they two crossed, but back of all were posts.
O beauteous picket fence, can I not draw
Instruction from thee? Yea, for thou dost teach,
That even as the pickets are made fast
To that which seems all at cross purposes,
So are our human lives, to the Divine,
But, oh! not purposeless, for even as they
Do keep stray cows from trespass, we, no doubt,
Together guard some plan of Deity.
Thus did I moralise. And from the beams
And pickets drew a lesson to myself, --
But where the posts came in, I could not tell.
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