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GOB-NY-USHTEY
(Water's Mouth)
I saw a little stream to-dayThat sprang right away
From the cornice of rock—
Sprang like a deer, not slid;
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Old dissolute Tritons—“Hurroo!”
They said, “We'll teach him a thing or two,
This upland babe.” And I've no doubt they did.
But, as he lightly fell, midway
His robe of bright spray
He flung in my face,
Then down to the soles and the cods
With his sweet young grace.
Ah, what will the stripling learn,
From those rude mates—that mountain burn,
What manners of th' extremely early gods?
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