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The engines of her pain, the tools
– “Ruth”, Wordsworth
That shaped her sorrow, rocks and pools,
And airs that gently stir
The vernal leaves, she loved them still,
Nor ever taxed them with the ill
Which had been done to her. -
The engines of her pain, the tools– “Ruth”, Wordsworth
That shaped her sorrow, rocks and pools,
And airs that gently stir
The vernal leaves, she loved them still,
Nor ever taxed them with the ill
Which had been done to her.
