This is Wordsworth poem.
Notice how he describes love first as a fountain and then as a well.
Notice the first paragraph- the line “Of its own bounty, or my need” is wonderful.
When somebody loves truly he just gives … he does not care how much the other person
wants. This aspect of love is similar to a fountain.
In the second paragraph he describes love as a well- it may be deep but there is no enthusiasm.
There is, in Wordsworth’s words no sparkle or life in this love. I find the
example of the fountain and the well very beautiful: The fountain just gives
whether you want it or not. The well gives nothing on its own … you have to
reach out to it, stretch … to get anything.
———— There is a change–and I am poor;
Your love hath been, not long ago,
A fountain at my fond heart’s door,
Whose only business was to flow;
And flow it did: not taking heed
Of its own bounty, or my need. What happy moments did I count!
Blest was I then all bliss above!
Now, for that consecrated fount
Of murmuring, sparkling, living love,
What have I? shall I dare to tell?
A comfortless and hidden well.
A well of love–it may be deep–
I trust it is,–and never dry:
What matter? if the waters sleep
In silence and obscurity.
–Such change, and at the very door
Of my fond heart, hath made me poor. Kanwar ============================================================================
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