And all the business of the elements,
The single sheep, and the one blasted tree,
And the bleak music of that old stone wall
All these were spectacles and sounds to which
I often would repair and thence would drink,
As at a fountain.
William Wordsworth
The single sheep, and the one blasted tree,
And the bleak music of that old stone wall
All these were spectacles and sounds to which
I often would repair and thence would drink,
As at a fountain.
William Wordsworth
