“Most Sweet It Is”

by William Wordsworth

Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
To pace the ground, if path be there or none,

While a fair region round the traveler lies
Which he forbears again to look upon;

Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene,
The work of Fancy, or some happy tone

Of meditation, slipping in between
The beauty coming and the beauty gone,

If Thought and Love desert us, from that day
Let us break off all commerce with the Muse;

With Thought and Love companions of our way,
Whate’er the senses take or may refuse,

The Mind’s internal heaven shall shed her dews
Of inspiration on the humblest lay.

Photographs were taken on one of the walks within simple places that Julie & I try to do weekly, in search of beauty, inspiration, tranquility and wonder (and photographs worth keeping). It was a beautiful, dewy, cool summer morning at The Phyllis Haehnle Memorial Sanctuary, maintained by the Audubon Society, in the Waterloo Recreational Area in southern Michigan, USA.