| A slumber did my spirit seal; |
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| I had no human fears: |
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| She seem’d a thing that could not feel |
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| The touch of earthly years. |
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| No motion has she now, no force |
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| She neither hears nor sees; |
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| Roll’d round in earth’s diurnal course |
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| With rocks, and stones, and trees. |
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