 | Collected poems of Henry Thoreau |  |
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I LOVE A CARELESS STREAMLET
“Long life and success to you.”
Ubique.
Ubique.
I love a careless streamlet,
That takes a mad-cap leap,
And like a sparkling beamlet
Goes dashing down the steep.
That takes a mad-cap leap,
And like a sparkling beamlet
Goes dashing down the steep.
Like torrents of the mountain
We've coursed along the lea,
From many a crystal fountain
Toward the far-distant sea.
We've coursed along the lea,
From many a crystal fountain
Toward the far-distant sea.
And now we've gained life's valley,
And through the lowlands roam,
No longer may'st thou dally,
No longer spout and foam.
And through the lowlands roam,
No longer may'st thou dally,
No longer spout and foam.
May pleasant meads await thee,
Where thou may'st freely roll
Towards that bright heavenly sea,
Thy resting place and goal.
Where thou may'st freely roll
Towards that bright heavenly sea,
Thy resting place and goal.
And when thou reach'st life's down-hill,
So gentle be thy stream,
As would not turn a grist-mill
Without the aid of steam.
So gentle be thy stream,
As would not turn a grist-mill
Without the aid of steam.
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