BOOKS: A DREAM
While he was sitting in a rocky cave
By the sea-side, perusing, as it chanced,
The famous History of the Errant Knight
Recorded by Cervantes, these same thoughts
Came to him; and to height unusual rose
While listlessly he sate, and having closed
The Book, had turned his eyes toward the Sea.
On Poetry and geometric Truth,
The knowledge that endures, upon these two,
And their high privilege of lasting life,
Exempt form all internal injury,
He mused; upon these chiefly: and at length,
His senses yielding to the sultry air,
Sleep seiz'd him, and he passed into a dream.
from "The Prelude" by William Wordsworth
3 comments:
Nice!
pretty good... that's happens to me a lot on sunny days with a mild wind while i'm sitting outside watching the moles cavorting in the yard...
mudpuddle,
Regular daydreamer - nothing more interesting than cavorting moles - reminds me of Watership Down.
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