Her bible on hot Sunday afternoons,
And loved the book, when she had dropped asleep
And made of it a pillow for her head.
The Prelude, William Wordsworth
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She herself had had a deep sense of poetry; she remembered going to sleep with Shelley under her pillow.
The Last September, Elizabeth Bowen
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