Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour, July 13, 1798 Five years have past; five summers, with the length Of five long winters! And again I hear These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs With a sweet inland voice across the glade, And coming from the hills, and the deep vale, It is the wildest of things, free and wild; And will it abide, while I am meeting it? Yet think, that I may not be alone, As long as there shines a place to whirl with joy,

In the opposite grandeur of these waters Shall I, too, be free?

• William Wordsworth