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THE BROOK AND THE RIVER
A stream from the heath-purpled mountain
Comes, with a gush,
From the star-moss round its fountain,
Breaking the hush
Of the silent, songless mountain.
Comes, with a gush,
From the star-moss round its fountain,
Breaking the hush
Of the silent, songless mountain.
Pewit-and-curlew-haunted,
Foaming, it flows
There where the wild deer undaunted
Bells, as it goes
Pewit-and-curlew-haunted.
Foaming, it flows
There where the wild deer undaunted
Bells, as it goes
Pewit-and-curlew-haunted.
It plays with the rowan and bracken
And grey lichened stone,
But never its pace will it slacken,
Still hurrying on,
Though it plays with the rowan and bracken.
And grey lichened stone,
But never its pace will it slacken,
Still hurrying on,
Though it plays with the rowan and bracken.
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A river winds 'neath the shadows
Of pine-wood and oak,
And hums to the bee-humming meadows,
And the white flock
That bleats from the mists and the shadows.
Of pine-wood and oak,
And hums to the bee-humming meadows,
And the white flock
That bleats from the mists and the shadows.
Down to the still river hastens
The swift-flowing stream,
And aye as the distance it lessens
Its bright waters gleam,
And it leaps and sparkles and hastens
The swift-flowing stream,
And aye as the distance it lessens
Its bright waters gleam,
And it leaps and sparkles and hastens
Till in the calm-flowing river
Softly it sinks,
And hears not and heeds not for ever
What fern or tree thinks,
But only the low-whispering river.
Softly it sinks,
And hears not and heeds not for ever
What fern or tree thinks,
But only the low-whispering river.
O love! my river full-flowing,
Wait, wait for me;
O love! my love, ever-growing,
Hastens to thee
For rest in thy river calm-flowing.
Wait, wait for me;
O love! my love, ever-growing,
Hastens to thee
For rest in thy river calm-flowing.
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