The realm of nature

And I have felt

A presence that disturbs me with the joy

Of elevated thoughts, a sense sublime

Of something far more deeply interfused, 

Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,

And the round ocean, and the living air,

And the blue sky, and in the mind of man –

… Therefore am I still 

A lover if the meadows and the woods

And mountains, and of all that we behold

From this green earth.

(William Wordsworth, 1798)