I DROPPED my pen; and listened to the Wind <br />That sang of trees uptorn and vessels tost-- <br />A midnight harmony; and wholly lost <br />To the general sense of men by chains confined <br />Of business, care, or pleasure; or resigned <br />To timely sleep. Thought I, the impassioned strain, <br />Which, without aid of numbers, I sustain, <br />Like acceptation from the World will find. <br />Yet some with apprehensive ear shall drink <br />A dirge devoutly breathed o'er sorrows past; <br />And to the attendant promise will give heed-- <br />The prophecy,--like that of this wild blast, <br />Which, while it makes the heart with sadness shrink, <br />Tells also of bright calms that shall succeed.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/composed-at-the-same-time-and-on-the-same-occasion/
