The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!
William WordsworthThe light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream.
William WordsworthThe clouds that gather round the setting sun do take a sober colouring from an eye that hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, to me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
William Wordsworth