After “five long winters” away from the banks of the river Wye, William Wordsworth speaks of a man’s reconnection with nature. He writes in Tintern Abbey:
Once againDo I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,That on a wild secluded scene impressThoughts of more deep seclusion
O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro’ the woods,How often has my spirit turned to thee!
For better or for worse, William came back from France as a new man and with a new perspective:
For I have learnedTo look on nature, not as in the hourOf thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimesThe still sad music of humanity,Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample powerTo chasten and subdue.
Therefore let the moonShine on thee in thy solitary walk;And let the misty mountain-winds be freeTo blow against thee: and, in after years,When these wild ecstasies shall be maturedInto a sober pleasure; when thy mindShall be a mansion for all lovely forms,Thy memory be as a dwelling-placeFor all sweet sounds and harmonies