Fables in Song By Robert Lord Lytton |
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XII. COMPOSURE.
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Seaward from east to west a river roll'd,Majestic as the sun whose course it follow'd,
Filling with liquid quiet of clear cold
The depths its husht waves hollow'd.
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No wrinkle ruffled that serene expanse;Till, percht atiptoe on its placid path,
A tiny rock the surface pierced by chance,
Whereat it foam'd with wrath.
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Over the depths, indifferent, smooth of pace,The current with continuous calm had crost.
Yet lo, a little pinscratch in the face,
All its repose was lost!
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