Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!

But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.

[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

For all things are less dreadful than they seem.

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

Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.