How close and small the hedges lie;
What streaks of meadow cross the eye!
or
A little rule, a little sway,
A sun-beam on a winter’s day,
Is all the proud and mighty have
Between the cradle and the grave—
to recognize that already the supremacy of Pope and his school of town poets is seriously threatened.
Here too is a short passage which might not unfairly be assigned to Wordsworth himself.