' The Dwelling of Light '...

And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts;

a sense sublime
Of something far away deeply interfused,

Whose dwelling is the light of the setting suns,

And the round ocean, and the living air,

And the blue sky, and in the minds of man;

A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things,

all objects of all thought,

And rolls through all things.



- William Wordsworth, from Tintern Abbey