To be young was very heaven!
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray.
Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man.
Far from the world I walk, and from all care.