The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
In common truths that round us lie Some random truths he can impart, The harvest of a quiet eye That broods and sleeps on his own heart.william wordsworth
It seems to him that he extends backwards (or is it forwards?) without beginning (or is it end?) and he can't just now remember whether the great tales and plots which he supposes he knows and forever broods on lie in the to-come or lie dead in the has-been. But then suppose that's how secrets are kept, and age-long tales remembered, and unbreakable curses made too.john crowley
Back of the sound broods the silence, back of the gift stands the giving; Back of the hand that receives thrill the sensitive nerves of receiving.
The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.william wordsworth