William Wordsworth

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.

The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift,
That no philosophy can lift.

The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift,
That no philosophy can lift.

The primal duties shine aloft, like stars;
The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless
Are scattered read more

The primal duties shine aloft, like stars;
The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless
Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.

As thou these ashes, little brook! will bear
Into the Avon, Avon to the tide
Of Severn, read more

As thou these ashes, little brook! will bear
Into the Avon, Avon to the tide
Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas,
Into main ocean they, this deed accurst,
An emblem yields to friends and enemies
How the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified
By truth, shall spread throughout the world dispersed.

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.