post them because they really stuck out in
the poem as I was reading and at times I would find myself re-reading them, over, and over, and over...
"Though absent long, these forms of beauty have not been to me, as is a landscape to a blind man's eye"
"Feelings too of unremembered pleasure..."
"his little nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love"
"That serene and blessed mood, in which affections gently lead us on"
"When these wild ecstasies shall be matured,
Into a sober pleasure, when thy mind
Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms,
Thy memory be as a dwelling-place
For all sweet sounds and harmonies;"
I would have to say that this is one of the more beautiful poems Wadsworth wrote (at least in comparison to intimations of immortality, though who am I to judge?)
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