..I have learned to look on Nature . . .
as a presence that disturbs me
with the joy of elevated thoughts;
a sense sublime…
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.
Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows,
the woods and mountains;
and of all that we behold from this green earth . . .
Well pleased to recognize in nature
and the language of the sense
the anchor of my purest thoughts,
the nurse, the guide,
the guardian of my heart, and soul,
of all my moral being.
. William Wordsworth, 1798