From "The Prelude" - William Wordsworth
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!
-Hermit
Deep in the bosom of the Wilderness;
Votary (in vast Cathedral, where no foot
is treading and no other face is seen)
Kneeling at prayer; or Watchman on the top
of Lighthouse beaten by Atlantic Waves
Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop,
Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,
How gracious, how benign is Solitude!
-Hermit
Deep in the bosom of the Wilderness;
Votary (in vast Cathedral, where no foot
is treading and no other face is seen)
Kneeling at prayer; or Watchman on the top
of Lighthouse beaten by Atlantic Waves
