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How Rich That Forehead's Calm Expanse

By William Wordsworth

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How rich that forehead's calm expanse! How bright that heaven-directed glance! Waft her to glory, winged Powers, Ere sorrow be renewed, And intercourse with mortal hours Bring back a humbler mood! So looked Cecilia when she drew An Angel from his station; So looked; not ceasing to pursue Her tuneful adoration! But hand and voice alike are still; No sound 'here' sweeps away the will That gave it birth: in service meek One upright arm sustains the cheek, And one across the bosom lies That rose, and now forgets to rise, Subdued by breathless harmonies Of meditative feeling; Mute strains from worlds beyond the skies, Through the pure light of female eyes, Their sanctity revealing!

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About William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth (1770–1850) was an English Romantic poet who launched the movement with Samuel Taylor Coleridge in "Lyrical Ballads" (1798). His poems—including "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" and "Tintern Abbey"—championed nature, memory, and the language of common speech.

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