Wordsworth has sudden pangs about the time he has wasted in the past and about his many strayings from the path leading to truth and greatness. They will create for themselves freedom from human desire - true liberty and the only kind worth knowing. They experience ecstasy as they grow to learn that they are among the elect of humanity. In this way, the person who is poet is able to interpret the universe and does it spontaneously because nature continuously inspires him: "Such minds are truly from the Deity, / For they are Powers." These intellects know the highest possible happiness, states the poet. Once more he proclaims that this active power which invests the natural world finds its counterpart in the mental faculties of the great thinker. He proceeds to describe this transcendental power that even the most untutored mind would be compelled to acknowledge. Here the poet has a religious experience, and he says once more, pantheistically:Īnd its possessions, what it has and craves, There is no sound but the roar of mountain torrents amid the rugged and wild Welsh landscape. There is the beautiful blaze of the moon rays upon the mist at his feet and upon the fog enveloping nearby peaks and stretching off over the Atlantic. Wordsworth is soon climbing ahead of the others, and as he reaches the summit, the clouds overhead dissipate and the moon showers her silver beams upon him.
After talking at first, they proceed in silence. After breakfast, they set out in the sultry, summer night. They proceed to the base of the mountain and wake the shepherd who is to be their guide. He and his friend rose early, intending to see the sunrise from Mount Snowdon, the highest point in Wales. The poet recalls one of his walking trips in northern Wales.
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