Page:The Recluse, Wordsworth, 1888.djvu/42

30 Hath furnished matter for a thought; perchance

For some one serves as a familiar friend.

Joy spreads, and sorrow spreads; and this whole Vale,

Home of untutored shepherds as it is,

Swarms with sensation, as with gleams of sunshine,

Shadows or breezes, scents or sounds. Nor deem

These feelings, though subservient more than ours

To every day's demand for daily bread,

And borrowing more their spirit and their shape

From self-respecting interests; deem them not

Unworthy therefore, and unhallowed—no,

They lift the animal being, do themselves

By nature's kind and ever present aid

Refine the selfishness from which they spring,

Redeem by love the individual sense