The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.

Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.

Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.

The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!

At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.

A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.

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