THE BLESSED MOOD

Wordsworth

Nor less, I trust,

To these

I may have owed another gift

Of aspect more subline;

—That blessed mood, in which

The burthen of the mystery,

The heavy and the weary weight

Of all this unintelligible world

Is lightened:

—That serene

And blessed mood in which

The affections gently lead us on,

Until,

The breath of this corporeal frame

And even the motion of our human blood

Almost suspended,

We are laid asleep in body,

And become a living soul:

While with an eye made quiet

By the power of harmony,

And the deep power of joy,

We see into the life of things.

 

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