From hill to hill in discontent
Of pleasure high and turbulent,
Most pleased when most uneasy;
But now my own delights I make, –
My thirst at every rill can slake,
And gladly Nature’s love partake
Of Thee, sweet Daisy!…..William Wordsworth
This poem touches me; it’s so evocative of youth and the journey of self discovery.
102x71x 1, Gold leaf, landscape painting on canvas ready to hang.
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