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.