With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
William WordsworthTo be a Prodigal's favourite,-then, worse truth, A Miser's pensioner,-behold our lot!
William WordsworthSweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: We murder to dissect.
William WordsworthIt is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen! the mighty being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thundereverlastingly.
William Wordsworth