To the Lady Eleanor Butler and the Hon. Miss Ponsonby

William Wordsworth

A STREAM, to mingle with your favorite Dee,

Along the Vale of Meditation flows;

So styled by those fierce Britons, pleased to see

In Nature’s face the expression of repose;

Or haply there some pious hermit chose

To live and die, the peace of heaven his aim;

To whom the wild, sequestered region owes,

At this late day, its sanctifying name,

Glyn Cafaillgaroch, in the Cambrian tongue,

In ours, the Vale of Friendship, let this spot

Be named; where, faithful to a low-roofed cot,

On Deva’s banks ye have abode so long;

Sisters in love, a love allowed to climb,

Even on this earth, above the reach of time!