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You that do search for every purling spring
Huge vapours brood above the clifted shore,
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
Of all the rides since the birth of time,
Beneath yon ruin'd abbey's moss-grown piles
The lake lay blue below the hill.
Thou comest, much wept for: such a breeze