I would stand clear, but yet to me I feel
That an internal brightness is vouchsafed 675
That must not die, that must not pass away.
Why does this inward lustre fondly seek,
And gladly blend with outward fellowship?
Why do they shine around me whom I love?
Why do they teach me whom I thus revere? 680
Strange question, yet it answers not itself.
That humble roof embowered among the trees,
That calm fire-side, it is not even in them,