I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
William WordsworthThe world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
William WordsworthO Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.
William Wordsworth