Resolution and Independence

William Wordsworth

There was a roaring in the wind all night; 

The rain came heavily and fell in floods; 

But now the sun is rising calm and bright; 

The birds are singing in the distant woods; 

Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods; 

The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters; 

And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.

All things that love the sun are out of doors; 

The sky rejoices in the morning's birth; 

The grass is bright with rain-drops;--on the moors 

The hare is running races in her mirth; 

And with her feet she from the plashy earth 

Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun, 

Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.

I was a Traveller then upon the moor, 

I saw the hare that raced about with joy; 

I heard the woods and distant waters roar; 

Or heard them not, as happy as a boy: 

The pleasant season did my heart employ: 

My old remembrances went from me wholly; 

And all the ways of men, so vain and melancholy.