What would Wordsworth say?

26/07/2011 by Ted.

 FROM THE ONCE UNCLUTTERED BUT STILL BEAUTIFUL “ENERGY COAST” OF SOUTH WEST CUMBRIA.

(Plagiarised whilst on a solitary walk on a Cumbria beach)

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of monstrous grey windmills;
Above the sands, upon the seas,
A devilish churning in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of the bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Rotating heads in morbid dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
O’er-powered the sparkling waves in glee:
Enough to turn a Cumbrian grey,
Was such a  graceless company:
I gazed—and gazed—and deeply thought
What sad exchange the show had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart, indignant, fills,
At England’s new satanic ‘mills.

E.L. Talbot  ©

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