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

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