Few lines....

      
       Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams
Of past existence_ wilt thou then forget
That on the banks of this delightful stream
We stood together ; and that  I , so long
A worshipper of Nature hither came
Unwearied in that service : rather say
With warmer love - oh! With far deeper zeal
Of holier love . Nor wilt thou then forget
That after many wanderings many years
Of absence,  these steep woods and lofty cliffs and this green pastoral landscape, 
Were to me, more dear , both for themselves and for thy sake
                                         - Wordsworth