...could otherwise no longer reach: ... in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy...May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister!24 Dorothy's journals reveal a habit of minute observation of light and cloud, the ever-changing...

...longings for extreme intimacy or incorporation, and even on Wordsworth's innocently incestuous "O! yet a little while / May I behold in thee what I was once." Wordsworth, to come back to him, is particularly sensitive to the narcissism of demand and response;...