Saturday, 23 August 2014

A poem for the day for a special friend

Here is a verse from William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850) Tintern Abbey written in 1888 about Wordsworth's return to the River Wye after five years.  It seems perfect to read at the end of a summers day when you have been thinking of someone far away that needs special affection and thoughts. This  verse seems to unite the beauty of nature and our thoughts.

          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 impels,
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.

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