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Beguiled into forgetfulness of care	A
Due to the day's unfinished task of pen	B
Or book regardless and of that fair scene	C
In Nature's prodigality displayed	D
Before my window oftentimes and long	E
I gaze upon a Portrait whose mild gleam	F
Of beauty never ceases to enrich	G
The common light whose stillness charms the air	A
Or seems to charm it into like repose	H
Whose silence for the pleasure of the ear	I
Surpasses sweetest music There she sits	J
With emblematic purity attired	K
In a white vest white as her marble neck	L
Is and the pillar of the throat would be	M
But for the shadow by the drooping chin	N
Cast into that recess the tender shade	D
The shade and light both there and everywhere	A
And through the very atmosphere she breathes	O
Broad clear and toned harmoniously with skill	P
That might from nature have been learnt in the hour	Q
When the lone shepherd sees the morning spread	R
Upon the mountains Look at her whoe'er	Q
Thou be that kindling with a poet's soul	S
Hast loved the painter's true Promethean craft	T
Intensely from Imagination take	U
The treasure what mine eyes behold see thou	V
Even though the Atlantic ocean roll between	C
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A silver line that runs from brow to crown	W
And in the middle parts the braided hair	Q
Just serves to show how delicate a soil	X
The golden harvest grows in and those eyes	Y
Soft and capacious as a cloudless sky	Z
Whose azure depth their colour emulates	A2
Must needs be conversant with upward looks	B2
Prayer's voiceless service but now seeking nought	T
And shunning nought their own peculiar life	C2
Of motion they renounce and with the head	T
Partake its inclination towards earth	D2
In humble grace and quiet pensiveness	B2
Caught at the point where it stops short of sadness	B2
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Offspring of soul bewitching Art make me	M
Thy confidant say whence derived that air	Q
Of calm abstraction Can the ruling thought	T
Be with some lover far away or one	E2
Crossed by misfortune or of doubted faith	F2
Inapt conjecture Childhood here a moon	G2
Crescent in simple loveliness serene	C
Has but approached the gates of womanhood	T
Not entered them her heart is yet unpierced	T
By the blind Archer god her fancy free	M
The fount of feeling if unsought elsewhere	Q
Will not be found	T
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Her right hand as it lies	B2
Across the slender wrist of the left arm	H2
Upon her lap reposing holds but mark	I2
How slackly for the absent mind permits	B2
No firmer grasp a little wild flower joined	T
As in a posy with a few pale ears	B2
Of yellowing corn the same that overtopped	T
And in their common birthplace sheltered it	T
'Till they were plucked together a blue flower	Q
Called by the thrifty husbandman a weed	T
But Ceres in her garland might have worn	J2
That ornament unblamed The floweret held	T
In scarcely conscious fingers was she knows	B2
Her Father told her so in youth's gay dawn	K2
Her Mother's favourite and the orphan Girl	L2
In her own dawn a dawn less gay and bright	T
Loves it while there in solitary peace	B2
She sits for that departed Mother's sake	U
Not from a source less sacred is derived	T
Surely I do not err that pensive air	Q
Of calm abstraction through the face diffused	T
And the whole person	E2
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Words have something told	T
More than the pencil can and verily	L2
More than is needed but the precious Art	T
Forgives their interference Art divine	M2
That both creates and fixes in despite	T
Of Death and Time the marvels it hath wrought	T
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Strange contrasts have we in this world of ours	B2
That posture and the look of filial love	N2
Thinking of past and gone with what is left	T
Dearly united might be swept away	O2
From this fair Portrait's fleshly Archetype	P2
Even by an innocent fancy's slightest freak	Q2
Banished nor ever haply be restored	T
To their lost place or meet in harmony	M
So exquisite but 'here' do they abide	T
Enshrined for ages Is not then the Art	T
Godlike a humble branch of the divine	M2
In visible quest of immortality	M
Stretched forth with trembling hope In every realm	R2
From high Gibraltar to Siberian plains	B2
Thousands in each variety of tongue	S2
That Europe knows would echo this appeal	L2
One above all a Monk who waits on God	T
In the magnific Convent built of yore	Q
To sanctify the Escurial palace He	M
Guiding from cell to cell and room to room	T2
A British Painter eminent for truth	U2
In character and depth of feeling shown	V2
By labours that have touched the hearts of kings	B2
And are endeared to simple cottagers	B2
Came in that service to a glorious work	W2
Our Lord's Last Supper beautiful as when first	T
The appropriate Picture fresh from Titian's hand	T
Graced the Refectory and there while both	X2
Stood with eyes fixed upon that masterpiece	B2
The hoary Father in the Stranger's ear	Q
Breathed out these words Here daily do we sit	T
Thanks given to God for daily bread and here	Q
Pondering the mischiefs of these restless times	B2
And thinking of my Brethren dead dispersed	T
Or changed and changing I not seldom gaze	B2
Upon this solemn Company unmoved	T
By shock of circumstance or lapse of years	B2
Until I cannot but believe that they	O2
They are in truth the Substance we the Shadows	B2
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So spake the mild Jeronymite his griefs	B2
Melting away within him like a dream	F
Ere he had ceased to gaze perhaps to speak	Q2
And I grown old but in a happier land	T
Domestic Portrait have to verse consigned	T
In thy calm presence those heart moving words	B2
Words that can soothe more than they agitate	T
Whose spirit like the angel that went down	W
Into Bethesda's pool with healing virtue	T
Informs the fountain in the human breast	T
Which by the visitation was disturbed	T
But why this stealing tear Companion mute	T
On thee I look not sorrowing fare thee well	L2
My Song's Inspirer once again farewell	L2

William Wordsworth

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