Volkov, Early Morning, undated
Once on the brow of yonder Hill I stopped,
While I was yet a School-boy (of what age
I cannot well remember, but the hour
I well remember though the year be gone),
And with a sudden influx overcome
At sight of this seclusion, I forgot
My haste – for hasty had my footsteps been,
As boyish my pursuits – [and sighing said],
‘What happy fortune were it here to live!’
William Wordsworth, from "Home at Grasmere"
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