| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XVIII. The Great Mystery Lucy | | By William Wordsworth (17701850) |
| | | A SLUMBER did my spirit seal; | |
| I had no human fears: | |
| She seemd a thing that could not feel | |
| The touch of earthly years. | |
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| No motion has she now, no force; | 5 |
| She neither hears nor sees; | |
| Rolld round in earths diurnal course, | |
| With rocks, and stones, and trees. | | | | |
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