BS: Second Thought For the Day 010218

Subject: Second Thought For the Day 010218
From: Amos
Date: 18 Feb 01 - 03:52 PM

And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves,
Forebode not any severing of our loves!
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
I only have relinquished one delight
To live beneath your more habitual sway.
I love the Brooks which down their channels fret,
Even more than when I tripped lightly as they;
The innocent brightness of a new-born Day
Is lovely yet;
The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

Subject: RE: BS: Second Thought For the Day 010218
From: Morticia
Date: 18 Feb 01 - 04:58 PM

That's lovely....who wrote it?

Subject: RE: BS: Second Thought For the Day 010218
From: Amos
Date: 19 Feb 01 - 01:36 AM

Bleeve 'twas Mistuh Wordsworth. Appropriately named fellow, wot?

Subject: RE: BS: Second Thought For the Day 010218
From: Jon Freeman
Date: 19 Feb 01 - 10:12 AM

I found this INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD by William Wordsworth

Jon