Lines Written....

 from "Lines Written a few Miles above Tintern Abbey" 
                                     (William Wordsworth 1770-1850)
"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility."

 For I have learned:

 to look on nature, not as in the hour

 of thoughtless youth, but hearing often-times the still,

 sad music of humanity,

 NOR the harsh NOR grating, though of ample power

 To chasten and subdue.

 And I have felt a PRESENCE that disturbs me with the JOY

 Of elongated thoughts; a sense of sublime

 of SOMETHING far more deeply interfused,

 Whose dwelling is the LIGHT of the setting suns,

 And the round ocean and the living air,

 And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;

 A motion and a SPIRIT that impels

 All thinking things,all objects of ALL thought,

 And rolls through all things. Therefore, am I STILL

 A lover of the meadows and the woods and mountains; 

 and of ALL that we BEHOLD from this green earth.

From "1000 Beautiful Things 1948"