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The Solitary Reaper William Wordsworth ᙇÿᔊ᎑ࡌ

Behold her, single in the field, ޶ਧ ! ௥͞༁ԟ֘ཧཧ
Yon solitary highland lass! Ч˷Ⴣί˂ᗙٙ৷ήɾࠛl
Reaping and singing by herself; μዹІ௲௥Ԩဂਨi
Stop here, or gently pass! ሗवӉdʔ್ఱࢺࢺᕎකl
Alone she cuts and binds the grain, μІࡈՅ௲ɨ௥ᐦԨ࣋ແd
And sings a melancholy strain; ేෆٙʃሜᄘᗙਨf
O listen! for the vale profound ᛓਧl዆ࡈܑԋ༁
Is overflowing with the sound μٙဂᑊ৙ᐗf

No nightingale did ever chaunt μߕѶٙဂᑊˢ
More welcome notes to weary bands ෂՑ๊ࢹ׵ڛזЬӍဋዓᇵɨ
Of travelers in some shady haunt, हଢ଼༷ɿЀ༁ٙցᚱ௾

Among Arabian sands: һࣀЀһীఃf
A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard μߕѶٙဂᑊˢ
In spring-time from the cuckoo- bird, ί௰ჇჃऎ̺Ԣή໊ࢥ
Breaking the silence of the seas ྌॎɽऎ੕᎑݆ٙ˂Ӂᕯ௾
Among the farthest Hebrides. ϞཀʘϾೌʔʿ !

Will no one tell me what she sings? ምঐѓൡҢμਨԬʡჿk
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow வۑෆٙဂᑊא஢݊ᗫ׵
For old, unhappy, far-off things, ˿ɛ๨ైٙྡྷ܆ֻԫ
And battles long ago: ˸ʿࣛٙ̚኷Ҙi
Or is it some more humble lay, ࠅʔ್dึ݊࠯̻૱ೌփٙဂd
Familiar matter of today? ાࠑٙԫઋ଺הޫٝk
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, ึ݊˿ɛ઒ઍḛໝא೨߮ٙԫd
That has been, and may be again? ಀ຾೯͛ཀd̙ঐึΎࠠᔧk

Whate’er the theme, the Maiden sang ʔ၍ɾࠛਨԬʡჿd
As if her song could have no ending; μɓਨΎਨdЧ˷ʔึ৾˟i
I saw her singing at her work, ޶ഹμᗙʈЪᗙဂਨd
And o’er the sickle bending -- ࣅഹᚙɠdᛃഹ໐ ˕˕
I listened motionless and still; Ң܈ࢹ୩ᛓdਗɰʔਗi
And, as I mounted up the hill, Ͼ຅Ң೮ɪʆ˳d
The music in my heart I bore, ቱࠪʥጢᔎː᎘dc
Long after it was heard no more . ׵ɮɮʔၲԟဂᑊʘܝl

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