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William Wordsworth

A slumber did my spirit seal;
  I had no human fears:
She seem’d a thing that could not feel
  The touch of earthly years.

No motion has she now, no force;
  She neither hears nor sees;
Roll’d round in earth’s diurnal course,
  With rocks, and stones, and trees.

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From The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250-1900 | Clarendon, 1919

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