Misty Mountain Winds



And let the misty mountain winds be free
To blow against thee: and in after years,
When these wild ecstasies shall be matured
Into a sober pleasure, when thy mind
Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms,
Thy memory be as a dwelling-place
For all sweet sounds and harmonies;

-William Wordsworth (1770-1850),
Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey







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