Travelling
this spot:-how mildly does the sun shine between the fading leaves! the air
in the habitual silence of this wood
In more than silent: and this bed heath
where shall we find so sweet a resting-place?
come!-let me see thee sink into a dream
Of quiet thoughts-protracted till thine eye
Be calm as water when the winds are gone
And no one can whither.-my sweet friend!
We two have had such happy hours together
That my heart melts in me to think of it - William Wordsworth