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There was a roaring in the wind all night	A
The rain came heavily and fell in floods	B
But now the sun is rising calm and bright	A
The birds are singing in the distant woods	C
Over his own sweet voice the Stock dove broods	C
The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters	C
And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters	C
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All things that love the sun are out of doors	C
The sky rejoices in the morning's birth	D
The grass is bright with rain drops on the moors	C
The hare is running races in her mirth	D
And with her feet she from the plashy earth	D
Raises a mist that glittering in the sun	E
Runs with her all the way wherever she doth run	E
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I was a Traveller then upon the moor	F
I saw the hare that raced about with joy	G
I heard the woods and distant waters roar	H
Or heard them not as happy as a boy	G
The pleasant season did my heart employ	G
My old remembrances went from me wholly	I
And all the ways of men so vain and melancholy	I
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But as it sometimes chanceth from the might	A
Of joy in minds that can no further go	J
As high as we have mounted in delight	A
In our dejection do we sink as low	J
To me that morning did it happen so	J
And fears and fancies thick upon me came	K
Dim sadness and blind thoughts I knew not nor could name	K
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I heard the sky lark warbling in the sky	L
And I bethought me of the playful hare	M
Even such a happy Child of earth am I	L
Even as these blissful creatures do I fare	M
Far from the world I walk and from all care	M
But there may come another day to me	I
Solitude pain of heart distress and poverty	I
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My whole life I have lived in pleasant thought	N
As if life's business were a summer mood	O
As if all needful things would come unsought	O
To genial faith still rich in genial good	O
But how can He expect that others should	O
Build for him sow for him and at his call	P
Love him who for himself will take no heed at all	P
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I thought of Chatterton the marvellous Boy	G
The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride	O
Of Him who walked in glory and in joy	G
Following his plough along the mountain side	O
By our own spirits are we deified	O
We Poets in our youth begin in gladness	J
But thereof come in the end despondency and madness	J
	-
Now whether it were by peculiar grace	J
A leading from above a something given	E
Yet it befell that in this lonely place	J
When I with these untoward thoughts had striven	E
Beside a pool bare to the eye of heaven	E
I saw a Man before me unawares	J
The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs	J
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As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie	L
Couched on the bald top of an eminence	J
Wonder to all who do the same espy	I
By what means it could thither come and whence	J
So that it seems a thing endued with sense	J
Like a sea beast crawled forth that on a shelf	Q
Of rock or sand reposeth there to sun itself	Q
	-
Such seemed this Man not all alive nor dead	O
Nor all asleep in his extreme old age	R
His body was bent double feet and head	O
Coming together in life's pilgrimage	S
As if some dire constraint of pain or rage	R
Of sickness felt by him in times long past	O
A more than human weight upon his frame had cast	O
	-
Himself he propped limbs body and pale face	J
Upon a long grey staff of shaven wood	O
And still as I drew near with gentle pace	J
Upon the margin of that moorish flood	O
Motionless as a cloud the old Man stood	O
That heareth not the loud winds when they call	P
And moveth all together if it move at all	P
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At length himself unsettling he the pond	O
Stirred with his staff and fixedly did look	T
Upon the muddy water which he conned	O
As if he had been reading in a book	T
And now a stranger's privilege I took	T
And drawing to his side to him did say	J
This morning gives us promise of a glorious day	J
	-
A gentle answer did the old Man make	U
In courteous speech which forth he slowly drew	V
And him with further words I thus bespake	U
What occupation do you there pursue	V
This is a lonesome place for one like you	V
Ere he replied a flash of mild surprise	J
Broke from the sable orbs of his yet vivid eyes	J
	-
His words came feebly from a feeble chest	O
But each in solemn order followed each	W
With something of a lofty utterance drest	O
Choice word and measured phrase above the reach	W
Of ordinary men a stately speech	W
Such as grave Livers do in Scotland use	J
Religious men who give to God and man their dues	J
	-
He told that to these waters he had come	X
To gather leeches being old and poor	Y
Employment hazardous and wearisome	X
And he had many hardships to endure	F
From pond to pond he roamed from moor to moor	F
Housing with God's good help by choice or chance	J
And in this way he gained an honest maintenance	J
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The old Man still stood talking by my side	O
But now his voice to me was like a stream	Z
Scarce heard nor word from word could I divide	O
And the whole body of the Man did seem	Z
Like one whom I had met with in a dream	Z
Or like a man from some far region sent	O
To give me human strength by apt admonishment	O
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My former thoughts returned the fear that kills	J
And hope that is unwilling to be fed	O
Cold pain and labour and all fleshly ills	J
And mighty Poets in their misery dead	O
Perplexed and longing to be comforted	O
My question eagerly did I renew	V
How is it that you live and what is it you do	V
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He with a smile did then his words repeat	O
And said that gathering leeches far and wide	O
He travelled stirring thus about his feet	O
The waters of the pools where they abide	O
Once I could meet with them on every side	O
But they have dwindled long by slow decay	U
Yet still I persevere and find them where I may	U
	-
While he was talking thus the lonely place	J
The old Man's shape and speech all troubled me	I
In my mind's eye I seemed to see him pace	J
About the weary moors continually	I
Wandering about alone and silently	I
While I these thoughts within myself pursued	O
He having made a pause the same discourse renewed	O
	-
And soon with this he other matter blended	O
Cheerfully uttered with demeanour kind	O
But stately in the main and when he ended	O
I could have laughed myself to scorn to find	O
In that decrepit Man so firm a mind	O
God said I be my help and stay secure	F
I'll think of the Leech gatherer on the lonely moor	F

William Wordsworth

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