WHO fancied what a pretty sight <br />This Rock would be if edged around <br />With living snow-drops? circlet bright! <br />How glorious to this orchard-ground! <br />Who loved the little Rock, and set <br />Upon its head this coronet? <br /> <br />Was it the humour of a child? <br />Or rather of some gentle maid, <br />Whose brows, the day that she was styled <br />The shepherd-queen, were thus arrayed? <br />Of man mature, or matron sage? <br />Or old man toying with his age! <br /> <br />I asked--'twas whispered; The device <br />To each and all might well belong: <br />It is the Spirit of Paradise <br />That prompts such work, a Spirit strong, <br />That gives to all the self-same bent <br />Where life is wise and innocent.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-fancied-what-a-pretty-sight/
