When annotating this poem, please pay specific attention to:

1) title

2) specific images that situate us in this place. Use the annotations to help us "draw" a visual map of this place.

3) lines relating present and past

4) senses - how do the different senses conjure the speaker's specific relationship to the place

William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY, ON REVISITING THE BANKS OF THE WYE DURING A TOUR. JULY 13, 1798

      FIVE years have past; five summers, with the length







    







          Of five long winters! and again I hear







    







          These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs[1]

      With a soft inland murmur. --Once again












   























         Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,























   























         That on a wild secluded scene impress























   























         Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect























   























         The landscape with the quiet of the sky.























   























         The day is come when I again repose












   























         Here, under this dark sycamore, and view                        10























   























         These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts,























   












         Which at this season, with their unripe fruits,























   























         Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves












   























         'Mid groves and copses. Once again I see























   























         These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines























   























         Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms,























   























         Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke












   























         Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!























   























         With some uncertain notice, as might seem























   























         Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods,                     20























   























         Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire























   












         The Hermit sits alone.























   























                                 These beauteous forms,























   























         Through a long absence, have not been to me























   























         As is a landscape to a blind man's eye