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Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

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There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;

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