Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.

For nature then to me was all in all.

The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.

Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.

Where the statue stood Of Newton, with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.

Rest and be thankful.