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William Wordsworth - Sonnet: On seeing Miss Helen Maria Williams weep at a tale of distress
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She wept.--Life`s purple tide began to flow
  In languid streams through every thrilling vein;
Dim were my swimming eyes--my pulse beat slow,
  And my full heart was swell`d to dear delicious pain.
Life left my loaded heart, and closing eye;
  A sigh recall`d the wanderer to my breast;
Dear was the pause of life, and dear the sigh 
  That call`d the wanderer home, and home to rest.
That tear proclaims--in thee each virtue dwells,
  And bright will shine in misery`s midnight hour;
As the soft star of dewy evening tells
  What radiant fires were drown`d by day`s malignant pow`r,
That only wait the darkness of the night
To cheer the wand`ring wretch with hospitable light.
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