The banks of Wye – William Wordsworth
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 setting suns,
and the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;
A motion and a spirit, that impel
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And scrolls through all things.
– William Wordsworth (1770-1850). Utdrag fra “Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey: On revisiting the banks of the Wye during a tour, July 13, 1798.”
