That have no law, no meaning, and no end,
Shall he feel yearning to those lifeless forms,
And shall we think that Nature is less kind
To those, who all day long, through a long life,
Have walked within her sight? It cannot be.
Mary Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth, William Wordsworth.
Sat. Eve., 20 past 6, May 29.
Other fragments follow, less worthy of preservation. Then the passage, which occurs in book xiii. of The Prelude, beginning—
There are who think that strong affection, love,
(see vol. iii. p. 361), with one or two variations from the final text, which were not improvements.