BETA

O Mountain Stream ! the Shepherd and his
Cot
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Are privileged Inmates of deep solitude ;2
Nor would the nicest Anchorite exclude3
A field or two of brighter green, or plot4
Of tillage-ground, that seemeth like a spot5
Of stationary sunshine : —thou hast view’d6
These only, Duddon ! with their paths re-
new’d
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By fits and starts, yet this contents thee not.8
Thee hath some awful Spirit impelled to
leave,
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Utterly to desert, the haunts of men,10
Though simple thy companions were and
few ;
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And through this wilderness a passage cleave12
Attended but by thy own voice, save when13
The Clouds and Fowls of the air thy way
pursue !
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