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Oh what is he to eternal content? Awoken prints of

Oh what is he to eternal content?
Awoken prints of moist sentiment,
His old fragrance does still recline, 
Where we sat under hazy sunshine.

Seven great years, memories perfect, 
Never taken smiles to that effect,
A piece of limerence, that heart keeps, 
His name with roses, where he sleeps.  A slumber did my spirit seal — William Wordsworth
Oh what is he to eternal content?
Awoken prints of moist sentiment,
His old fragrance does still recline, 
Where we sat under hazy sunshine.

Seven great years, memories perfect, 
Never taken smiles to that effect,
A piece of limerence, that heart keeps, 
His name with roses, where he sleeps.  A slumber did my spirit seal — William Wordsworth