My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
William WordsworthThe light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream.
William WordsworthMy eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
William WordsworthThe light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream.
William Wordsworth