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