For I have learned
                To look on nature, not as in the hour
                Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
                The still sad music of humanity,
                Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
                To chasten and subdue.--And I have felt
                A presence that disturbs me with the joy
                Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
                Of something far more deeply interfused,
                Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
                And the round ocean and the living air,
                And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:
                A motion and a spirit, that impels
                All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
                And rolls through all things.

                                --Wordsworth, "Tintern Abbey"

Friedrich--Traveller Above a Sea of Clouds