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 In that fair Creature whom the fields Support, and whom the forest shields; Who, having filled a holy place, Partakes in her degree heaven’s grace; And bears a memory and a mind Raised far above the law of kind; Haunting the spots with lonely chear Which her dear Mistress once held dear: Loves most what Emily loved most— The enclosure of this Church-yard ground; Here wanders like a gliding Ghost, And every Sabbath here is found; Comes with the People when the Bells Are heard among the moorland dells, Finds entrance through yon arch, where way Lies open on the Sabbath-day: Here walks amid the mournful waste Of prostrate altars, shrines defaced, And floors encumbered with rich show Of fret-work imagery laid low;