For hope grew round me, like the twining vine,
And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.


'Dejection: an Ode' (1802) st. 6


For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.

For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.

For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.

For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.