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XXXIII.
LINES
Composed a few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour.
July 13, 1798.
Five years have passed; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! and again I hear
These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
With a sweet inland murmur[1].—Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
Which on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
The day is come when I again repose
Here, under this dark sycamore, and view
- ↑ The river is not affected by the tides a few miles above Tintern.
