And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
William WordsworthShe 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 WordsworthThe sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
William Wordsworth