Lines

"LINES LEFT UPON A SEAT IN A YEW_TREE WHICH STANDS NEAR THE LAKE OF ESTWAITE, ON A DESOLATE PART OF THE SHORE, COMMANDING A BEAUTIFUL PROSPECT" by William Wordsworth is in itself a place of rest for the reader to sit in a state of retrospection, a place "far from all human dwelling." In nature, the traveler/reader/stranger is able to delve into the "morbid pleasure" of recognizing the unfruitfulness of his or her own life. One would think that to recognize the unfruitfulness of your own life would be a cause for despair; however, the traveler/reader/stranger knows that this realization more than compensates for a life of fruitlessness.