"The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.

When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude.
When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of i...
Show More