Colin says: William Wordsworth's image of Piel Island:- I was thy neighbour once thou rugged Pile Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee I saw thee every day and all the while Thy form was sleeping on a glassy sea So pure the sky so quiet was the air So like, so very like, was day to day Whene're I looked, thy image still was there It trembled, but it never passed away
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