Jun 142014
 

.                      …I breath again;
Trances of thought and mountings of the mind
Come fast upon me: it is shaken off,
As by miraculous gift ’tis shaken off,
That burthen of my own unnatural self,
The heavy weight of many a weary day
Not mine, and such as were not made for me.
Long months of peace (if such bold word accord
With any promises of human life)
Long months of ease and undisturbed delight
are mine in prospect…

–William Wordsworth