The Stars are Mansions Built by Nature’s Hand
William Wordsworth
THE stars are mansions built by Natureās 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 marvellously planned,
For life to occupy in love and rest;
All that we seeāis dome, or vault, or nest,
Or fortress, reared at Natureās sage command.
Glad thought for every season! but the Spring
Gave it while cares were weighing on my heart,
āMid song of birds, and insects murmuring;
And while the youthful yearās prolific artā
Of bud, leaf, blade, and flowerāwas fashioning
Abodes where self-disturbance hath no part.