William Wordsworth

Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.

Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long read more

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none read more

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love.

How blessings brighten as they take their flight.

How blessings brighten as they take their flight.

The soft blue sky did never melt
Into his heart; he never felt
The witching of the read more

The soft blue sky did never melt
Into his heart; he never felt
The witching of the soft blue sky!