Cheap matter offered they to boyish wit, - William Wordsworth

In nature there is nothing melancholy.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride; Of Him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plough, along the mountain-side: By our own spirits are we deified: We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.