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The dewdrop carries in its eye / Snowdon and Hebog, sea and sky, / Twelve lakes at least, woods, rivers, moors, / And half a county's out-of-doors: / Trembling beneath a wind-flower's shield / In this remote and rocky field.
But why should man in God's Name stress / The dewdrop's inconspicuousness / When to lakes, woods, the estuary, / Hebog and Snowdon, sky and sea, / This dewdrop falling from its leaf / Can spread amazement near to grief, / As it were a world distinct in mould / Lost with its beauty ages old?