 A sense sublime  Of something far more deeply interfused,  Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,  And the round ocean, and the living air,  And the blue sky, in the mind of man,  A motion and a spirit, that impels,  All thinking things, all objects of all thought,  And rolls through all things.  …  I, so long  A worshipper of Nature, hither came,  Unwearied in that service: rather say  With warmer love, oh! With far deeper zeal  Of holier love.  (Wordsworth, “Lines Written a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey” (1798), lines 96–103 and 154–57, in LB)