The wonder of Wordsworth

I don't know how it has taken me my whole life to discover this poem, but it is pure joy and genius:

http://www.bartleby.com/145/ww138.html

My favorite part:

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.