Friday, November 30, 2012

from this green earth ~

~ Therefore am I still
A lover of the meadows and the woods
And mountains; and of all that we behold 
From this green earth; of all the mighty world 
Of eye and ear, both what they half create 
And what perceive; well pleased to recognise 
In nature and the language of the sense 
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, 
The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul 
Of my moral being.

Wordsworth ~ written a few miles above Tintern Abbey on revisiting the banks of the Wye during a tour in 1798

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