Robert Bridges, ed. (1844–1930). The Spirit of Man: An Anthology. 1916. | | | | The end of the Ode on Intimations |
William Wordsworth (1770–1850) |
| | | .. AND 1 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. | 5 |
| 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 | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| To me the meanest flower that blows can give | |
| Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. | |
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