Under the shadow of a stately Pile,
The dome of Florence, pensive and alone,
Nor giving heed to aught that passed the while,
I stood, and gazed upon a marble stone,
The laurelled Dante's favourite seat. A throne,
To begin, begin!
William WordsworthCome forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
William WordsworthNature never did betray the heart that loved her.
William WordsworthWith an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
William Wordsworth