William Wordsworth

I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
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I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
Hath often left me mourning.

Sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.

Sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.

But shapes that come not at an earthly call,
Will not depart when mortal voices bid.

But shapes that come not at an earthly call,
Will not depart when mortal voices bid.

Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.

Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.

A cheerful life is what the Muses love,
A soaring spirit is their prime delight.

A cheerful life is what the Muses love,
A soaring spirit is their prime delight.