The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!
William WordsworthHis high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright.
William WordsworthDreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
William Wordsworth