Poems ✍️
  18.05.2025
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Author: William Wordsworth

Lucy V

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.


  Death Nature Eternity

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