A Sense of Present Pleasure

"These beauteous forms, through a long absence, have not been to me as is a landscape to a blind man's eye. But oft in lonely rooms and midst the din of towns and cities, i have owed to them," he writes. "With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony and the deep o of joy, we see into the life of things." He adds: 'O sylvan, why thou wanderer through the woods? How often has my spirit turned to thee?'