COMPOSED OR SUGGESTED DURING A TOUR IN THE SUMMER OF 1833
BY A RETIRED MARINER, H. H.
Mrs. Wordsworth's Brother Henry.
FROM early youth I ploughed the restless Main,
My mind as restless and as apt to change;
Through every clime and ocean did I range,
In hope at length a competence to gain;
For poor to Sea I went, and poor I still remain.
Year after year I strove, but strove in vain,
And hardships manifold did I endure,
For Fortune on me never deigned to smile;
Yet I at last a resting-place have found,
With just enough life's comforts to procure,
In a snug Cove on this our favoured Isle,
A peaceful spot where Nature's gifts abound;
Then sure I have no reason to complain,
Though poor to Sea I went, and poor I still remain.
14 'By a retired Mariner.'
This unpretending sonnet is by a gentleman nearly connected with
me, and I hope, as it falls so easily into its place, that both
the writer and the reader will excuse its appearance here.