Maxioms by William Wordsworth
Sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
Sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
Among the dwellings framed by birds
In field or forest with nice care,
Is none that with read more
Among the dwellings framed by birds
In field or forest with nice care,
Is none that with the little wren's
In snugness may compare.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, read more
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will.
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still.
