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[If thou wast still, O stream]
If
thou wast still, O stream,
Thou would'st be frozen now:
And 'neath an icy shield
Thy current warm would flow.
Thou would'st be frozen now:
And 'neath an icy shield
Thy current warm would flow.
But wild thou art and rough;
And so the bitter breeze,
That chafes thy shuddering waves,
May never bid thee freeze.
And so the bitter breeze,
That chafes thy shuddering waves,
May never bid thee freeze.
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