Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
William WordsworthWhen his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone.
William WordsworthIf the time should ever come when what is now called Science, thus famliarised to men, shall be ready to put on, as it were, a form of flesh and blood, the Poet will lend his divine spirit to the aid the transfiguration, and will welcome the Being thus produced, as a dear and genuine inmate of the household of man.
William Wordsworth