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.

Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.

Knowing that Nature never did betray

The heart that loved her.

Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.