THOSE words were uttered as in pensive mood <br />We turned, departing from that solemn sight: <br />A contrast and reproach to gross delight, <br />And life's unspiritual pleasures daily wooed! <br />But now upon this thought I cannot brood; <br />It is unstable as a dream of night; <br />Nor will I praise a cloud, however bright, <br />Disparaging Man's gifts, and proper food. <br />Grove, isle, with every shape of sky-built dome, <br />Though clad in colours beautiful and pure, <br />Find in the heart of man no natural home: <br />The immortal Mind craves objects that endure: <br />These cleave to it; from these it cannot roam, <br />Nor they from it: their fellowship is secure.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-words-were-uttered-as-in-pensive-mood-2/
