These lines are taken from Edgar Allan Poe’s and William Wordsworth’s wonderful poetry.
Solitary, clear, profound
Grains of the golden sand
Between the water and a winding slope
Were dancing to the minstrelsy.
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
A Whirl-Blast from behind the hill
Answering to the shouting Cuckoo
“Always write first things uppermost in the heart.”
And the silken sad uncertain
Rustling of each purple curtain
With altars undisturbed of mossy stone
Slowly settle into peaceful calm
Out of SPACE- out of TIME,
The harvest of a quiet eye.