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from The Prelude

from The Prelude by William Wordsworth ' Now free, Free as a bird to settle where I will. What dwelling shall receive me? in what vale Shall be my harbour? underneath what grove Shall I take up my home? and what clear stream Shall with its murmur lull me into rest? The earth is all before me. With a heart Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty ,I look about; and should the chosen guide Be nothing better than a wandering cloud, I cannot miss my way. ' I, 8 - 18 William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)Poems on the Underground

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