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.
-William Wordsworth
Note: The original poem appears slightly different, with the 2nd, 4th, 6th and 8th lines indented. However, the SG blog will not allow those spaces to appear once published. Sorry purists.
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.
-William Wordsworth
Note: The original poem appears slightly different, with the 2nd, 4th, 6th and 8th lines indented. However, the SG blog will not allow those spaces to appear once published. Sorry purists.
