A Complaint

William Wordsworth

1770 to 1850

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Your love hath been, nor long ago,
A comfortless and hidden well.
There is a change—and I am poor;
Whose only business was to flow;
Blest was I then all bliss above!
What happy moments did I count!
Of its own bounty, or my need.
Of my fond heart, hath made me poor.
Now, for that consecrated fount
A well of love—it may be deep—
What have I? shall I dare to tell?
A fountain at my fond heart's door,
And flow it did; not taking heed
I trust it is,—and never dry:
—Such change, and at the very door
Of murmuring, sparkling, living love,
In silence and obscurity.
What matter? if the waters sleep