Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
William WordsworthThe Poet, gentle creature as he is, Hath, like the Lover, his unruly times; His fits when he is neither sick nor well, Though no distress be near him but his own Unmanageable thoughts.
William WordsworthMeek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth.
William Wordsworth