{"id":1166,"date":"2019-12-05T12:00:43","date_gmt":"2019-12-05T11:00:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=1166"},"modified":"2019-12-05T11:44:38","modified_gmt":"2019-12-05T10:44:38","slug":"stuff-missingi-walked-on-in-a-busy-crowd-rewriting-of-wordsworths-i-wandered-lonely-as-a-cloud","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2019\/12\/stuff-missingi-walked-on-in-a-busy-crowd-rewriting-of-wordsworths-i-wandered-lonely-as-a-cloud\/","title":{"rendered":"I walked on in a busy crowd (rewriting of Wordsworth&#8217;s &#8220;I wandered lonely as a cloud&#8221; )"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #0099cc;font-size: small\"><strong>Image:<\/strong> &#8216;Night&#8217; \u00a9 alexabboud. Source: <a href=\"https:\/\/creativecommons.org\/licenses\/by\/4.0\/\">CC BY-NC-SA 2.0<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><strong>Author:<\/strong> Sorcha Walsh<\/p>\n<p>I walked on in a busy crowd<br \/>\nAs if enmired in swamplike tar<br \/>\nWhen just then from behind a cloud<br \/>\nA bright and single evening star<br \/>\nO\u2019er the land, in solid sable<br \/>\nA needle\u2019s hole in heaven\u2019s gable.<\/p>\n<p>Stiller still than the daffodils<br \/>\nThat flutter and dance in the breeze<br \/>\nMore continuous than the hills<br \/>\nOr the grass they wear, or the trees<br \/>\nJust one saw I for all my staring<br \/>\nAnd it looked back, bold and daring<\/p>\n<p>The lamps of the street shone, but it<br \/>\nWas not outdone by their orange glow<br \/>\nA spirit could not but be lift\u2019d<br \/>\nBy this small and sacred show<br \/>\nI walked away but could not forget<br \/>\nWhat beauty on that night I\u2019d met<\/p>\n<p>For oft, when through the streets I go<br \/>\nWith angry or with crowded mind<br \/>\nI think of that star, shining so<br \/>\nMy own rich light, so warm and kind<br \/>\nAnd then my restlessness is far<br \/>\nLeaving just that single bright star<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Image: &#8216;Night&#8217; \u00a9 alexabboud. Source: CC BY-NC-SA 2.0 Author: Sorcha Walsh I walked on in a busy crowd As if enmired in swamplike tar When just then from behind a cloud A bright and single evening star O\u2019er the land, in solid sable A needle\u2019s hole in heaven\u2019s gable. Stiller still than the daffodils That [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1001678,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[59],"tags":[36],"class_list":{"0":"post-1166","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-winter-2019","7":"tag-poetry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1166","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1001678"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1166"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1166\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1166"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1166"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1166"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}