Poem by William Wordsworth

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A slumber did my spirit seal;
    I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
    The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
    She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course,
    With rocks, and stones, and trees.

1. Oxford, May 30, 1820
2. Hart’s-Horn Tree, near Penrith
3. The Countess’ Pillar
4. Rydal
5. The Kirk of Ulpha

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