She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy.
William WordsworthNo motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.
William WordsworthYet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.
William WordsworthBut thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
William Wordsworth