William Wordsworth September Poems

Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
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--HAST thou then survived-
Mild Offspring of infirm humanity,
Meek Infant! among all forlornest things
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. Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
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WE had a female Passenger who came
From Calais with us, spotless in array,--
A white-robed Negro, like a lady gay,
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WHILE not a leaf seems faded; while the fields,
With ripening harvest prodigally fair,
In brightest sunshine bask; this nipping air,
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