Free as a bird to settle where I will.
Far from the world I walk, and from all care.
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.
How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.