This is the spot:—how mildly does the sun
Shine in between the fading leaves! The air
In the habitual silence of this wood
Is more than silent; and this bed of heath—
Where shall we find so sweet a resting-place?
Come, let me see thee sink into a dream
Of quiet thoughts protracted till thine eye
Be calm as water when the winds are gone
And no one can tell whither.
My sweet Friend,
We two have had such happy hours together
That my heart melts in me to think of it.
~ William Wordsworth, “Traveling” from The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth
Air so silent. Filtered sunlight on fading leaves.
So calmed with quieting thoughts and restfulness
that my eye is like still water:
within the daily barrage of headlines, broadcasts and opinion experts,
of threats and lies and redemption denied,
can I find calm and stillness?
Where are my sweet friends
for whom my heart melts in remembrance and gratitude?
This is the spot. This is our respite. This is where we find one another.