THOUGH narrow be that old Man's cares, and near, <br />The poor old Man is greater than he seems: <br />For he hath waking empire, wide as dreams; <br />An ample sovereignty of eye and ear. <br />Rich are his walks with supernatural cheer; <br />The region of his inner spirit teems <br />With vital sounds and monitory gleams <br />Of high astonishment and pleasing fear. <br />He the seven birds hath seen, that never part, <br />Seen the SEVEN WHISTLERS in their nightly rounds, <br />And counted them: and oftentimes will start-- <br />For overhead are sweeping GABRIEL'S HOUNDS <br />Doomed, with their impious Lord, the flying Hart <br />To chase for ever, on aerial grounds!<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/though-narrow-be-that-old-man-s-cares/
