A sense sublime

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 the setting suns,
And the round ocean, and the living air,
And the blue sky, and the mind of man,
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thoughts,
And rolls through all things.

-William Wordsworth, Lines Composed Above Tintern Abbey

2 thoughts on “A sense sublime”

  1. Ah, one of my favorites. Have not thought about it in years. I’m immediately transported to Chancellor Green and reading my Norton over a hot chocolate and feeling amazed that I was lucky enough to get to spend my time studying POETRY.

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