When winds are blowing strong. The traveller slaked His thirst from rill or gushing fount, and thanked The Naiad. Sunbeams upon distant hills Gliding apace with shadows in their train, Might with small help from fancy, be transformed Into fleet Oreads... The excursion, being a portion of The recluse, a poem - Sida 122 efter William Wordsworth - 1857 Obegränsad förhandsgranskning -
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