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WATERFALL.
1
I heard a brook, new-weanèd from a cloud,Sing in a glen, as down the rocks it sprang:
It clapt its watery hands, and laughed aloud,
And silver-voiced it sang:—
2
“Throw off thy swaddling clothes, thou child grown grey,Leap, like a naked babe, into the sun;
Hive, beelike, joy on joy the livelong day
Till thy soul's cells o'errun.
3
“Joy is the golden honey of the wise,The nectar of the strong. O fool forlorn,
From all the fulness that about thee lies
Suck joy, and be new-born!”
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