A slumber did my spirit seal, I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, force; neither hears nor sees; Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, trees!1 ‘A steal, /I fears.’ Given Wordsworth’s celebrated lyric is suspended its entirety above this essay, there decent chance you, reader, will have noticed ...