In storm and tempest, or in starlight nights
Beneath the quiet heavens; and, at that time
Would feel whate'er there is of power in sound
To breathe an elevated mood by form
Or image unprofaned; and I would stand,
Beneath some rock listening to sounds that are
The ghostly language of the ancient earth,
Or make their dim abode in distant winds.
- Wordsworth, Prelude, 1805, 2.321-329
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