... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
Heaven lies about us in our infancy.
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.
The weight of sadness was in wonder lost.
Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.