Far from the world I walk, and from all care.

Serene will be our days, and bright and happy will our nature be, when love is an unerring light, and joy its own security.

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

The 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; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune.

She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy.

Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.

And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.