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William Wordsworth

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The common growth of Mother Earth
Suffices me,—her tears, her mirth,
Her humblest mirth and tears.
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Prologue, stanza 27.

 
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Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

 
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