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
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity. – William Wordsworth
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. – William Wordsworth
Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent. – William Wordsworth