Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity. – William Wordsworth
Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm. – William Wordsworth
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity. – William Wordsworth
Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm. – William Wordsworth
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold. – William Wordsworth