A Character – William Wordsworth

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I marvel how Nature could ever find space
For so many strange contrasts in one human face:
There’s thought and no thought,
and there’s paleness and bloom
And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom.

There’s weakness,
and strength both redundant and vain;
Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain
Could pierce through a temper
that’s soft to disease,
Would be rational peace–a philosopher’s ease.