vital to us

 

 

 

 

The stars of midnight shall be dear

 

To her ; and she shall lean her ear

 

In many a secret place

 

Where rivulets dance their wayward round,

 

And beauty born of murmuring sound

 

Shall pass into her face.

 

 

 

・・・・・　Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower ; Lucy Poems,

 

William Wordsworth

 

 

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