Chapter XXX

A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
One after one; the sound of rain, and bees
Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas,
Smooth fields, white sheets of water and pure sky
I have thought of all by turns and yet do lie
Sleepless!

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Come, blessed barrier between day and day.
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!

_William Wordsworth_.