"It is a beauteous evening calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a nun
Breathless with adoration; the broad sun
Is sinking down in its tranquility...."
(It Is A Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free)
" ..........The sky is overcast
With a continuous cloud of texture close,
Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon,
Which through that veil is indistinctly seen,
A dull, contracted circle yielding light......"
(A Night-Piece)
"I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze."
(I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud)
William Wordsworth,
April 7, 1770 - April 23, 1850
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