I have learned

I have learned
To look on Nature, not as in the hour

Of thoughtless youth; but hearing often-times
The still, and music of humanity

Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue. And I have felt

A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts a sense sublime

Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,

And the round ocean, and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:

A motion and a spirit that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,

And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still
A lover of the meadows and the woods,

And mountains; and of all that we behold
From this green earth: of all the mighty world
Of eye and ear, both what they half-create,
And what perceive.