Be absent, evermore turn thy gaze away; Be undone— the essence of being, premier to thee. Death tables highest certitude, linger in dismay; Prudence carotid in thine self amends the best in he. Now there stands the pyrrhonist, Of judgment, of spite, of unruly enterprise; To omit thyself of preeminence. 'Tis Nature, the timeless witness! Be thy forlorn, haste maketh he, doth dawn veils of change— man's greatest disguise. Prideful steps be thy walk, As he wears thy crown like O

By entering this mystifying change of season once more, creation envelops the marrow of my soul with the euphoric sense of nostalgia. Believably, tides of serotonin seem to come to play for the much needed collection of solace. It is as if Nature is thrusting Her very last breaths of fertility throughout the lands of the earth for us to absorb before laying rest and temporary darkness blankets the atmosphere yet again. Chloris exhales the winds of change as I inhale her

What formulaic literary detail of such a craft through expression that it registers one's imagination to represent itself in the wonders of such grace and sense of "dol​ce ​far ​nien​te" that it inflicts within the ethereal realms immersed within our inherited Divine abilities. I finished this small reading of some of the great William Wordsworth's favorited poems. Once again, he was one of the greats that helped spur the Romantic Era in English literature along with Sam

Well, I can finally say I have very well finished this book now However, the lasting impression it has left on me as well as the appreciative time spent with note taking from the inspiration of the author's spirit in his literature will surely remain intact with my spirit forever. It has certainly been a great light to opening a wider path of understanding in the many forms, styles, philosophies, interpretations in the art of literature and even so, life itself altogether.