The woods round Esthwaite Lake have undergone considerable change since Wordsworth's school-days at Hawkshead; but hazel coppice is still abundant to the south and west of the Lake.--Ed. * * * * * VARIANTS ON THE TEXT [Variant 1: 1836. ... which ... 1800.] [Variant 2: This line was added in the edition of 1827.] [Variant 3: 1827. When forth I sallied from our cottage-door, 1800.] [Variant 4: 1832. And with a wallet o'er my shoulder slung, 1800. With a huge wallet o'er my shoulder slung, 1815.] [Variant 5: 1815. ... I turn'd ... 1800.] [Variant 6: 1836. Towards the distant woods, ... 1800. Toward ... 1832.] [Variant 7: 1815. ... of Beggar's weeds Put on for the occasion, by advice And exhortation ... 1800.] [Variant 8: 1836. ... Among the woods, And o'er the pathless rocks, I forc'd my way Until, at length, I came ... 1800.] [Variant 9: 1845. ... milk-white clusters ... 1800.] [Variant 10: 1845. ... beneath ... 1800.] [Variant 11: 1836. Even then, when from the bower I turn'd away, 1800.] [Variant 12: 1836. ... and the intruding sky.--1800.] * * * * * FOOTNOTES ON THE TEXT [Footnote A: The house at which I was boarded during the time I was at School.--W. W. 1800.] * * * * * WRITTEN IN GERMANY, ON ONE OF THE COLDEST DAYS OF THE CENTURY Composed 1799.--Published 1800 I must apprize the Reader that the stoves in North Germany generally have the impression of a galloping Horse upon them, this being part of the Brunswick Arms.--W. W. 1800. [A bitter winter it was when these verses were composed by the side of my sister, in our lodgings at a draper's house, in the romantic imperial town of Goslar, on the edge of the Hartz Forest. In this town the German emperors of the Franconian Line were accustomed to keep their court, and it retains vestiges of ancient splendour. So severe was the cold of this winter, that when we passed out of the parlour warmed by the stove, our cheeks were struck by the air as by cold iron. I slept in a room over a passage that was not ceiled. The people of the house used to say rather unfeelingly, that they expected I should be frozen to death some night; but with the protection of a pelisse lined with fur, and a dog's skin bonnet, such as was worn by the peasants, I walked daily on the ramparts, or on a sort of public ground or garden, in which was a pond. Here I had no companion but a kingfisher, a beautiful creature that used to glance by me. I consequently became much attached to it. During these walks I composed the poem that follows, _A Poet's Epitaph_.--I.F.] One of the "Poems of Sentiment and Reflection." Wordsworth originally gave to this poem the title "The Fly," but erased it before publication.--Ed.