William Wordsworth
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.
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