"A Presence that Disturbs me with..Joy"

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.

William Wordsworth
from "Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey, 1798"

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