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William Wordsworth - The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature`s Hand
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The stars are mansions built by Nature`s hand,
And, haply, there the spirits of the blest
Dwell, clothed in radiance, their immortal vest;
Huge Ocean shows, within his yellow strand,
A habitation marvellously planned,
For life to occupy in love and rest;
All that we see--is dome, or vault, or nest,
Or fortress, reared at Nature`s sage command.
Glad thought for every season! but the Spring
Gave it while cares were weighing on my heart,
`Mid song of birds, and insects murmuring;
And while the youthful year`s prolific art--
Of bud, leaf, blade, and flower--was fashioning
Abodes where self-disturbance hath no part.
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