A slumber did my spirit seal;
  I had no human fears:
She seem’d a thing that could not feel
  The touch of earthly years.

No motion has she now, no force;
  She neither hears nor sees;
Roll’d round in earth’s diurnal course,
  With rocks, and stones, and trees.

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Too few the mornings be,
Too scant the nights.
No lodging can be had
For the delights
That come to earth to stay,
But no apartment find
And ride away.