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The tall sun, pausing [149] on an Alpine spire,
Flings o'er the a stream of fire:
Now meet we other pilgrims ere the day [150] 555
Close on the remnant of their weary way;
While they are drawing toward the sacred floor
Where, so they fondly think, the worm shall gnaw no more.
The tall sun, pausing [149] on an Alpine spire,
Flings o'er the a stream of fire:
Now meet we other pilgrims ere the day [150] 555
Close on the remnant of their weary way;
While they are drawing toward the sacred floor
Where, so they fondly think, the worm shall gnaw no more.
Wordsworth - 1
