With how sad steps, O Moon thou climb'st the sky
William Wordsworth
1770 to 1850
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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And all the Stars, now shrouded up in heaven,
But, Cynthia, should to Thee the palm be giv'n,
Where art thou? Thou whom I have seen on high
Should sally forth to keep thee company.
How silently, and with how wan a face!"
What strife would then be yours, fair Creatures, driv'n
"With how sad steps, O Moon thou climb'st the sky.
The power of Merlin, Goddess! this should be
Running among the clouds a Wood-nymph's race?
Must blow tonight his bugle horn. Had I
Now up, now down, and sparkling in your glee!
The Northern Wind, to call thee to the chace,
Queen both for beauty and for majesty.
Unhappy Nuns, whose common breath's a sigh
Which they would stifle, move at such a pace!