William Wordsworth

A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.

A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.

The bane of all that dread the Devil!

The bane of all that dread the Devil!

Of vast circumference and gloom profound,
This solitary Tree! A living thing
Produced too slowly ever to read more

Of vast circumference and gloom profound,
This solitary Tree! A living thing
Produced too slowly ever to decay;
Of form and aspect too magnificent
To be destroyed.

Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.

Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.

Brook! whose society the poet seeks,
Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
And whom the curious painter read more

Brook! whose society the poet seeks,
Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
And whom the curious painter doth pursue
Through rocky passes, among flowery creeks,
And tracks thee dancing down thy water-breaks.