The River

The River

The river is there; present

Walking and noticing, we hone our powers;-

Everything we see in Nature can be ours;

We have taken our hearts back, a solid boon!

The river that bares her bosom to the moon;

The winds that will whisper in late hours,

And are unfolding now like blossoming flowers;

For this, for everything, we are in tune;

It moves us. Great God! I’m simply

A wanderer with boots outworn;

So I am standing in this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that make me less forlorn;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,

And hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot (Two versions), OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.

In conversation with William Wordsworth’s «The World Is Too Much With Us».

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