The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. william wordsworth michael full text
Nor have I asked for any great event, Or signal proof of divine interposition, But for the common blessings of life, The blessings of my kind, and of my friends, The blessings of my country, and of nature. The Prelude, or, Growth of a Poet’s Mind; an autobiographical poem, is an epic poem that chronicles the life of William Wordsworth The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did