William Wordsworth Quotes
When a damp/ Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand/ The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew/ Soul-animating strains - alas, too few! 
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When a damp/ Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand/ The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew/ Soul-animating strains - alas, too few!
Comes not by casting in a formal mould,
But from its own divine vitality. - William Wordsworth