Beggars by William Wordsworth

She had a tall man’s height or more;
Her face from summer’s noontide heat
No bonnet shaded, but she wore
A mantle, to her very feet
Descending with a graceful flow,
And on her head a cap as white as new-fallen snow.
Her skin was of Egyptian brown:
Haughty, as if her eye had seen
Its own light to a distance thrown,
She towered, fit person for a Queen
To lead those ancient Amazonian files;
Or ruling Bandit’s wife among the Grecian isles.
Advancing, forth she stretched her hand
And begged an alms with doleful plea
That ceased not; on our English land
Such woes, I knew, could never be;
And yet a boon I gave her, for the creature
Was beautiful to see-a weed of glorious feature.
I left her, and pursued my way;
And soon before me did espy
A pair of little Boys at play,
Chasing a crimson butterfly;
The taller followed with his hat in hand,
Wreathed round with yellow flowers the gayest of the land.
The other wore a rimless crown
With leaves of laurel stuck about;
And, while both followed up and down,
Each whooping with a merry shout,
In their fraternal features I could trace
Unquestionable lines of that wild Suppliant’s face.
Yet ‘they’, so blithe of heart, seemed fit
For finest tasks of earth or air:
Wings let them have, and they might flit
Precursors to Aurora’s car,
Scattering fresh flowers; though happier far, I ween,
To hunt their fluttering game o’er rock and level green.
They dart across my path-but lo,
Each ready with a plaintive whine!
Said I, “not half an hour ago
Your Mother has had alms of mine.”
“That cannot be,” one answered-“she is dead:”-
I looked reproof-they saw-but neither hung his head.
“She has been dead, Sir, many a day.”-
“Hush, boys! you’re telling me a lie;
It was your Mother, as I say!”
And, in the twinkling of an eye,
“Come! Come!” cried one, and without more ado,
Off to some other play the joyous Vagrants flew!

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The End

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