I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud 

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
- William Wordsworth
(first and last stanzas)

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That inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude.
Wordsworth is estimated to have walked 186,000 miles in his lifetime. 
     - Journal note.

I like to walk about amidst the beautiful things that adorn the world.
     - George Santayana

. . . that best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love.
     - William Wordsworth, from “Lines Written a few Miles Above Tintern Abbey.”

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The page above is from the first draft of a new book I’m working on:

Meditations On Nature: The Beauty Of Wild Places