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WORDSWORTH.

I dreamed I was a poet once; but all
Nature's most mighty spells of sound and sight
Fell on my heart like softest notes that fall,
And, dying, only wake a dumb delight;
And now the charm of all that's dear and bright-
The “glory of the grass” in sparkling showers,
The breath of spring-time in the woodland bowers,
The grandeur of a snowy mountain height,
The starry splendour of the heavenly powers,
The light of sunset on a sleeping sea,
The loveliness of bright-eyed mountain flowers,
The music of the skylark and the bee,
The mirth of children in the summer hours—
I leave to Wordsworth to express for me.