And I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts, a sense sublime

And I have felt 

A presence that disturbs me with the joy

 Of elevated thoughts, a sense sublime 

 Of something far more deeply interfused,

Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,

And the round ocean, and the living air, 

 And the blue sky, and in the mind of man —

 A motion and a spirit that impels

All thinking things, all objects of all thought, 

 And rolls through all things.

Wordsworth, Lines Written a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey,
On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, 13 July 1798″
(Lyrical Ballads, 1798)

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