Two voices are there: one is of the deep; br It learns the storm cloud's thunderous melody, br Now roars, now murmurs with the changing sea, br Now birdlike pipes, now closes soft in sleep; br And one is of an old half-witted sheep br Who bleats articulate monotony, br And indicates that two and one are three, br That grass is green, lakes damp, and mountains steep: br And, Wordsworth, both are thine: at certain times, br Forth from the heart of thy melodious rhymes br The form and pressure of high thoughts will burst; br At other times--good Lord! I'd rather be br Quite unacquainted with the A, B, C, br Than write such hopeless rubbish as thy worst.