all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue

The verse below is a manuscript fragment, written by William Wordsworth, which was intended for his epic masterpiece; The Prelude - it's taken from the pictured 1983 edited-collection ...

... seemed appropriate for today:


On Boundlessness

I seemed to learn,
That what we see of forms and images
Which float along our minds, and what we feel
Of active or recognisable thought,
Prospectiveness, or intellect, or will,
Not only is not worthy to be deemed
Our being, to be prized as what we are,
But is the very littleness of life.
Such consciousness I deem but accidents,
Relapses from the one interior life
That lives in all things, sacred from the touch
Of that false secondary power by which
In weakness we create distinctions, then
Believe that all our puny boundaries are things
Which we perceive and not which we have made;
 — In which all beings live with god, themselves
Are god, existing in the mighty whole,
As undistinguishable as the cloudless East
At noon is from the cloudless West, when all
The hemisphere is one cerulean blue.

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William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

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