Tuesday, June 15, 2010


How Gracious, How Benign

William Wordsworth, The Prelude 4.354-357:
When from our better selves we have too long
Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop,
Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,
How gracious, how benign, is Solitude.
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