. Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes <br /> To pace the ground, if path be there or none, <br /> While a fair region round the traveller lies <br /> Which he forbears again to look upon; <br /> Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, <br /> The work of Fancy, or some happy tone <br /> Of meditation, slipping in between <br /> The beauty coming and the beauty gone. <br /> If Thought and Love desert us, from that day <br /> Let us break off all commerce with the Muse: <br /> With Thought and Love companions of our way, <br /> Whate'er the senses take or may refuse, <br /> The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews <br /> Of inspiration on the humblest lay.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/most-sweet-it-is/
