Blog 11 - "A Slumber Did My Sprirt SeaL"

It was difficult for me to choose any one line, as each line in this poem adds important information and meaning to the whole. "Rolled round in earth's diurnal couse,/With rocks, and stones, and trees." (Wordsworth, 539) are the lines I will choose because of it's simplicity and extravagence to me. After reading through this poem multiple times, and still not convinced I am entirely grasping what Wordsworth was intending, I see a man at his passing being introduced to wind. These lines are important, because it gives a bit of a description to this "she" persona. "She" is there every day, throughout the earth and along the journey. Rolling, crashing, and being, it seems as though from the beginning of time, but now it has all stopped. After the storm (or life), all is calm.