Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face. – William Wordsworth
I listened, motionless and still And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. – William Wordsworth
Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face. – William Wordsworth
I listened, motionless and still And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. – William Wordsworth
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things. – William Wordsworth