Nor, perchance, If I should be, where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams of past existence,
Wilt thou then forget, That on the banks of this delightful stream, We stood together; and that I,
so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came, Unwearied in that service: rather, With warmer love, oh! with deeper zeal Of holier love.
Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years
Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs,
And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake. - Wordsworth
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