Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
To pace the ground, if path there be or none,
While a fair region round the traveler lies
Which he forbears again to look upon;
Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene,
The work of Fancy, or some happy tone
Of meditation, slipping in between
The beauty coming and the beauty gone.
If Thought and Love desert us, from that day
Let us break off all commerce with the Muse:
With Thought and Love companions of our way,
Whate'er the senses take or may refuse,
The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews
Of inspiration on the humblest lay.
Wordsworth's birthday passed recently, so I thought it an opportune time to share one of my favorite Wordsworth poems. It is indeed sweet to ramble through nature, looking anywhere your fancy takes you. If all else fails in life, the mind and its "internal heaven" will always provide inspiration when Thought and Love don't. The poem is a beautiful blend of self-reliance and harmony with nature, and appreciation of the beauty of both the world and the mind.