“The Stars Are Mansions Built by Nature’s Hand” Poem by William Wordsworth

The Stars Are Mansions Built by Nature’s Hand

THE stars are mansions built by Nature’s hand,

And, haply, there the spirits of the blest

Dwell, clothed in radiance, their immortal vest;

Huge Ocean shows, within his yellow strand,

A habitation marvelously planned,

For life to occupy in love and rest;

All that we see–is dome, or vault, or nest,

Or fortress, reared at Nature’s sage command.

Glad thought for every season! but the Spring

Gave it while cares were weighing on my heart, 

‘Mid song of birds, and insects murmuring;

And while the youthful year’s prolific art–

Of bud, leaf, blade, and flower–was fashioning

Abodes where self-disturbance hath no part.

 

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