William Wordsworth composes this romanesque picture of writers who expressed a certain fascination with nature. He was born on April 7, 1770, in the English city of Cockermouth. Wordsworthian poetry is constructed in a simple way. Being a visual poet, he contemplates the descriptions of space, check out the analysis of the poem "Calm is all nature as a resting wheel".

1. CALM IS ALL NATURE
AS A RESTING WHEEL
William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

2. Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
Is cropping audibly his later meal:
Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal
O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky.
Now, in this blank of things, a harmony,
Home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal
That grief for which the senses still supply
Fresh food; for only then, when memory
Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain
Those busy cares that would allay my pain;
Oh! leave me to myself, nor let me feel
The officious touch that makes me droop

3. Calm is all nature as a resting
The kine are couched upon the dewy ;
The horse alone, seen dimly as I ,
Is cropping audibly his later
Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to
O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless .
Now, in this blank of things, a ,
Home-felt, and home-created, comes to
That grief for which the senses still
Fresh food; for only then, when
Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends!
Those busy cares that would allay my ;
Oh! leave me to myself, nor let me
The officious touch that makes me droop .

4. Wordsworth seems walk
and observe the animals,
the mountains, the
weather;
The life moves as a
water wheel;
The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
Is cropping audibly his later meal:
Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal
O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless
sky.
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel
Now, in this blank of things, a harmony,
Home-felt, and home-created, comes to
heal
That grief for which the senses still supply
Feelings of sadness;

5. Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain
Those busy cares that would allay my pain
Oh! leave me to myself, nor let me feel
The officious touch that makes me droop
again.
Occupation as a way to
reduce sadness. The
nature as refuge.
Nothing compares to
nature healing.
[…] for only then, when memory
Is hushed, am I at rest.
Peace and rest with
nature, far from society
and its conflicts;