Page:Poems by William Wordsworth (1815) Volume 1.djvu/77

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—Yet some maintain that to this day
She is a living Child;
That you may see sweet Lucy Gray
Upon the lonesome Wild.


O'er rough and smooth she trips along,
And never looks behind;
And sings a solitary song
That whistles in the wind.