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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ALFOXDEN NOTEBOOK (1): 2, by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Why is it we feel / so little for each other
Last Line: There is a mind.
First Line: Why is it we feel / so little for each other
Last Line: There is a mind.
Why is it we feel
So little for each other, but for this,
That we with nature have no sympathy,
Or with such things as have no power to hold
Articulate language?
And never for each other shall we feel
As we may feel, till we have sympathy
With nature in her forms inanimate,
With objects such as have no power to hold
Articulate language. In all forms of things
There is a mind.
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