“I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man.”
– William Wordsworth
A few minutes spent in the aid of a stranded fawn yesterday reminded me of the presence that disturbs, nay, fills me with the joy of elevated thoughts. Her beautiful colors, innocent eyes and tender nature beckoned me to the sense sublime so wonderfully painted by Wordsworth.
Perhaps a photo of her will do the same for you.