Then, the calm and dead still Water lay upon my mind
Even with a weight of pleasure, and the sky,
Never before so beautiful, sank down
Into my heart, and held me like a dream.

William Wordsworth, from “The Prelude”, published 1850
(Image by Arno Rafael Minkkinen)

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