Rejoicing In The Morning's Birth

I have always very much liked the 1st 2 verses of Wordsworth's poem Resolution And Independence - the one about his encounter with the leech-gatherer. Here Wordsworth reveals to us - simply and clearly, through an undistorted lens of language, without any affectation or abstraction - the joy of a shiny-new morning after a stormy night:

There was a roaring in the wind all night;
The rain came heavily and fell in floods;
But now the sun is rising calm and bright;
The birds are singing in the distant woods;
Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods;
The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters;
And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.

All things that love the sun are out of doors;
The sky rejoices in the morning's birth;
The grass is bright with rain-drops; on the moors
The Hare is running races in her mirth;
And with her feet she from the plashy earth
Raises a mist; which, glittering in the sun,
Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.

This was one of the poems I had to memorize off by heart for school English lessons (the 1st few verses at any rate) - and it stays with me still, a familiar and much loved piece of mental furniture. I don't know why it remains so very resonant; perhaps it's something to do with its simplicity, and its sensory nature. Wordsworth sets the scene for the whole poem beautifully in these 1st 2 verses; he paints an immediate word-picture that is pleasingly visual - bright and clear as the rinsed-clean morning itself. In fact, when you examine it, all 5 senses are stimulated: you can see the raindrops on the grass and the running hare; you can hear the singing birds, the brooding stock-dove, the roaring wind and the gurgling streams; you can smell, nearly taste, the saturated ground; you can feel, almost touch, the 'plashy earth' beneath the hare's feet.