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. To the River Derwent
2. The Glen of Loch Etive
3. Miserrimus
4. Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge: Continued
5. Suggested at Tyndrum in a Storm

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