Oft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.

There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.

Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

The Poet, gentle creature as he is, Hath, like the Lover, his unruly times; His fits when he is neither sick nor well, Though no distress be near him but his own Unmanageable thoughts.

Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.

Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place.