I Love the Brooks

Listen to: 

I Love the Brooks (:41)

by William Wordsworth

performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode

Excerpt from Ode: Intimations of Immortality

I love the brooks which down their channels fret,           

Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they; 

The innocent brightness of a new-born Day       

            Is lovely yet;           

The clouds that gather round the setting sun     

Do take a sober colouring from an eye  

That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;       

Another race hath been, and other palms are won.           

Thanks to the human heart by which we live,    

Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,       

To me the meanest flower that blows can give  

Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.