* There was a time when meadow, grove, and ttream, 

 The earth, and every common tight, 



To me did seem 

 ApparelTd in celestial light, 

 The glory and the freshness of a dream. 



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And, O ye fountains, meadows, hills, and groves t 



Forebode not any severing of our loves J 



Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might i 



I only have relinquish' d one delight, 



To live beneath your more habitual sway? 



WORDSWORTH. 



