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. Anticipation, October 1803
2. Written in Very Early Youth
3. The Vaudois
4. Memory
5. To the Memory of Raisley Calvert

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