William Wordsworth

John Hamilton Reynolds, in "Pilgrimage of Living Poets to the Stream of Castaly" The Champion (7 April 1816) 110.

The waters of Castaly ran brighter as he approached, and seemed to play and dimple with pleasure at his presence. It was WORDWORTH! In his hand he held a vase of pure chrystal, — and, when he had reached the brink of the stream, the wave proudly swelled itself into the cup: — at this moment the sunny air above his brow, became embodied, — and the glowing and lightsome Spirit shone into being, and dropt a garland on his forehead; — sounds ethereal swelled, and trembled, and revelled in the air, — and forms of light played in and out of sight, — and all around seemed like a living world of breathing poetry. Wordsworth bent with reverence over the vase, and declared that the waters he had obtained should be the refreshment of his soul; — he then raised his countenance, — which had become illumined from the wave over which he had bowed, — and retired with a calm dignity.