This quote was taken from a very long poem written by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) over the course of 17 years. I enjoy reading it because of how the words flow together to create the view of an aspirationist (which is not a real word, even though it should be)!
When reading this piece, I immediately began imagining those other worlds. The ones across the ocean on long voyages, in busy towns and cities filled with people; the ones across the land in small villages and homesteads, and down long lanes and avenues. In all those worlds, it seems as though there is so much for us to do, but only little done. There are so many things to be in those worlds all around us. It’s such an inspiring way to look at those other worlds, isn’t it?
What do you imagine those other worlds to be like?
Do you enjoy any other work of Tennyson?