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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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[Footnote
59:
Can
these
"Verses"
have
been
the
first
draft
of
Dejection,
an
Ode,
in
its
earliest
and
afterwards
abandoned
form?
It
is
said
to
have
been
written
on
2nd
April
1802.--ED.]
Thursday,
22nd.--A
fine
mild
morning.
We
walked
into
Easedale.
The
sun
shone.
Coleridge
talked
of
his
plan
of
sowing
the
laburnum
in
the
woods.
The
waters
were
high,
for
there
had
been
a
great
quantity
of
rain
in
the
night.
I
was
tired
and
sate
under
the
shade
of
a
holly
tree
that
grows
upon
a
rock,
and
looked
down
the
stream.
I
then
went
to
the
single
holly
behind
that
single
rock
in
the
field,
and
sate
upon
the
grass
till
they
came
from
the
waterfall.
I
saw
them
there,
and
heard
William
flinging
stones
into
the
river,
whose
roaring
was
loud
even
where
I
was.
When
they
returned,
William
was
repeating
the
poem:--
I
have
thoughts
that
are
fed
by
the
sun.
It
had
been
called
to
his
mind
by
the
dying
away
of
the
stunning
of
the
waterfall
when
he
got
behind
a
stone....
Friday,
23rd
April
1802.--It
being
a
beautiful
morning
we
set
off
at
11
o'clock,
intending
to
stay
out
of
doors
all
the
morning.
We
went
towards
Rydale,
and
before
we
got
to
Tom
Dawson's
we
determined
to
go
under
Nab
Scar.
Thither
we
went.
The
sun
shone,
and
we
were
lazy.
Coleridge
pitched
upon
several
places
to
sit
down
upon,
but
we
could
not
be
all
of
one
mind
respecting
sun
and
shade,
so
we
pushed
on
to
the
foot
of
the
Scar.
It
was
very
grand
when
we
looked
up,
very
stony,
here
and
there
a
budding
tree.
William
observed
that
the
umbrella
yew
tree,
that
breasts
the
wind,
had
lost
its
character
as
a
tree,
and
had
become
something
like
to
solid
wood.
Coleridge
and
I
pushed
on
before.
We
left
William
sitting
on
the
stones,
feasting
with
silence;
and
Coleridge
and
I
sat
down
upon
a
rocky
seat--a
couch
it
might
be
under
the
bower
of
William's
eglantine,
Andrew's
Broom.
He
was
below
us,
and
we
could
see
him.
He
came
to
us,
and
repeated
his
poems[60]
while
we
sate
beside
him
upon
the
ground.
He
had
made
himself
a
seat
in
the
crumbling
ground.
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