Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey

That blessed mood,
In which the burthen of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world,
Is lightened:—that serene and blessed mood,
In which the affections gently lead us on,
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame
And even the motion of our feline blood
-- William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
