" And I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts:
A sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused,
whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
and the round ocean and the living air.
and the blue sky, and in the mind of man:
A motion and a spirit,
that impels all thinking things, all objects of all thought,
and rolls through all things.
Therefore I am still a lover of the mountains;
and of all the mighty world of eye and ear,
- both what they half create, and what perceive;
well pleased to recognize
in nature and the language of the sense,
the anchor of my purest thoughts,
the nurse, the guide, the guardian of my heart,
and soul of all my moral being."
{William Wordsworth}
a month that gradually glided by
enveloped in sunshine and warmth.
moments of quiet respite
days of deep delight.
nature's gift of bountiful blossoms,
my soul lingered
in the bliss of it all.
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