dwelling is the light

"And I have felt

A presence that disturbs me with the joy

Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime

Of something far more deeply interfused

Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns

And the round ocean and the living air

And the blue sky, and in the mind of man

A motion and a spirit, that impels

All thinking things, all objects of all thought

And rolls through all things."

William Wordsworth