For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
William WordsworthPoetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
William WordsworthI listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
William Wordsworth