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. Yarrow Unvisited
2. Hart-Leap Well
3. Suggested at Tyndrum in a Storm
4. To ——, on Her First Ascent to the Summit of Helvellyn
5. Inglewood Forest

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