I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it griev’d my heart to think What man has made of man. —… Continue reading William Wordsworth
I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill’s side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. — John Keats, from “La Belle Dame… Continue reading John Keats
I never dreamed the sea so deep, The earth so dark; so long my sleep, I have become another child. I wake to see the world go wild. — Allen Ginsberg, from “An Eastern Ballad,” Collected Poems 1947-1980. (Harper Perennial; Reprint edition June 7, 1988) Originally published 1984.