| Magnificent the Morning Was William Wordsworth
Magnificent The morning was, a memorable pomp, More glorious than I ever had beheld. The sea was laughing at a distance; all The solid mountains were as bright as clouds, Grain-tinctured, drench'd in empyrean light; And in the meadows and the lower grounds, Was all the sweetness of a common dawn-- Dews, vapours, and the melody of birds, And labourers going forth into the fields. Ah! Need I say, dear friend, that to the brim My heart was full? I made no vows, but vows Were then made for me: bond unknown to me Was given, that I should be--else sinning greatly-- A dedicated spirit. On I walked In blessedness, which even yet remains. Source: Dancing With Joy edited by Roger Housden Add your thoughts at inward/outward
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