Reflections from Wordsworth’s Prelude (whilst on holiday)

Sometimes it suits me better to invent A tale from my own heart, more near akin To my own passions and habitual thoughts;Some variegated story, in the main Lofty, but the unsubstantial structure meltsBefore the very sun that brightens it,Mist into air dissolving! Then a wish,My last and favourite aspiration, mounts With yearning toward some […]