Following the sad and sudden passing away last week of my beloved wife, Judith, I shall not be publishing any of my planned observations, poetic thoughts, or photographic records during the coming week.
I apologise also if my viewing of and comments on the postings of those who I follow and who follow ‘Roland’s Ragbag’ will also, regrettably, be limited.
I posted Wordsworth’s poem ‘She dwelt among the untrodden ways’ on the 1st August 2016. Wordsworth’s ‘Lucy’ poems are laden with wistfulness and melancholy, but the simplicity and delicacy of their language, and the directness and aptness of their rhyme, have always touched me with their beauty and tenderness. Below I print another of these short poems from the ‘Lucy’ series, usually known by their first line … ‘A Slumber did my Spirit Seal’
Burne-Jones … ‘Sleeping Beauty’
A Slumber did my Spirit Seal
A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force; She neither hears nor sees; Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.