When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world,...#William Wordsworth
Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and...#Destiny, #Expectation
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in...#Heart, #Listening, #Music
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected...#Poetry
