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 Through park and field, a perishing That mocks the gladness of the Spring! And with this silent gloom agreeing There is a joyless human Being, Of aspect such as if the waste Were under her dominion placed: Upon a primrose bank, her throne Of quietness, she sits alone; There seated, may this Maid be seen, Among the ruins of a wood, Erewhile a covert bright and green, And where full many a brave Tree stood; That used to spread its boughs, and ring With the sweet Bird’s carolling. Behold her, like a Virgin Queen, Neglecting in imperial state These outward images of fate, And carrying inward a serene And perfect sway, through many a thought Of chance and change, that hath been brought