Lyrics:

(Segments of poetry from William Wordsworth)

(From Upon Westminster Bridge)
And to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
The river glideth at his own sweet will:

(From The Prelude)
And with what motion moved the clouds!

(From The Prelude)
While the stars, Eastward,
Were sparkling clear, and in the west
The orange sky of evening died away.

(From Intimations of Immortality From Recollections of Early Childhood)
The innocent brightness of a new-born Day
Is lovely yet;