AUSTRALIA | Monday, 10 June 2013 | Views [234] | Comments [1]
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground Where from distress a refuge might be found, And solitude prepare the soul for heaven;Sure, nature's God that spot to man had givenWhere falls the purple morning far and wide In flakes of light upon the mountain-side;Where with loud voice the power of water shakes The leafy wood, or sleeps in quiet lakes.
William Wordsworth Jul 26, 2013 7:33 AM