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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
 
VI. Personal Talk
By William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
 
I AM not one who much or oft delight
To season my fireside with personal talk
Of friends who live within an easy walk,
Or neighbors daily, weekly, in my sight;
And, for my chance acquaintance, ladies bright,        5
Sons, mothers, maidens withering on the stalk,
These all wear out of me, like forms with chalk
Painted on rich men’s floors, for one feast-night.
Better than such discourse doth silence long,
Long, barren silence, square with my desire;        10
To sit without emotion, hope, or aim,
In the loved presence of my cottage fire,
And listen to the flapping of the flame,
Or kettle whispering its faint undersong.
 
 
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