The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, An appetite; a feeling and a love that had no need of a remoter charm by thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.

I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led.

Knowing that Nature never did betray the heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, through all the years of this our life, to lead from joy to joy.

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

A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free.

Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men.

That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened.