More from William Wordsworth
- It Is Not to Be Thought Of, l. 11 (1807)
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.Ode: Intimations of Immortality (1807), “Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood” (1807)In contextAnd ‘t is my faith, that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919), Lines written in Early Spring
