tempting path

This poem reminded me a great deal of the novel, ?The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe? by C.S. Lewis. However, bewitched, ?lured? along a ?tempting path? to a winter garden of lush luxury, regal with its silver birches, purple twigs and ?splendid garb,? Dorothy Wordsworth is oddly comfortable in her surroundings. She ?stood an inmate of the vale? and yet rejoices in this prison of beauty. She is both more direct and less ominous in her natural ?pleasure-garden,? obviously in contrast to the paranoia and fear contained in Samuel Taylor Coleridge?s depiction of a pleasure-dome in Kubla Khan. The reader gets the impression here that while not an innocent ramble through the woods, the ?tempting path? is also not in any way harmful or potentially damaging to Dorothy. She is drawn along the way by some sort of beautiful and far more benign winter presence than one would expect from a stereotypical enchanting wood spirit.