Ode by Wordsworth



ODE
INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD
by William Wordsworth

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THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, 
Apparelled in celestial light, To me did seem 
It is not now as it hath been of yore;-- The glory and the freshness of a dream. 
The things which I have seen I now can see no more. Turn wheresoe'er I may, 
By night or day,


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