“Embrace me then, ye Hills, and close me in…”

Embrace me then, ye Hills, and close me in:
Now in the clear and open day I feel
Your guardianship; I take it to my heart:
‘Tis like the solemn shelter of the night.
But I would call thee beautiful thou art
Dear Valley, having in thy face a smile
Though peaceful, full of gladness. Thou art pleased,
Pleased with thy crags and woody steeps, thy Lake,
Its one green island and its winding shores…

Home at Grasmere, William Wordsworth

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