"Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils."
"The clouds that gather round the setting sun do take a sober colouring from an eye that hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, to me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."
3 likes
Source: 'Ode. Intimations of Immortality' (1807) st. 11
About the author