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