Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Wild is the music of autumnal winds Amongst the faded woods.

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.

Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.

Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men.

Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound.