Ocupation: Poet
Life: April 7, 1770 - April 23, 1850
Birthday: April 7
Death: April 23
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.
source: 'Ode. Intimations of Immortality' (1807) st. 11
topic: Lying, Flower, Heart, Clouds Sky, Too Deep, Sky And Clouds