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THE ICE RAVINE.
Never was the sight more gay,
Down the rapid water flows,
Deep the ravine's Rondelay,
Stealing up the silent snows.
Down the rapid water flows,
Deep the ravine's Rondelay,
Stealing up the silent snows.
Like an Organ's carved wood-work,
Richly waxed the Ice-tubes stand,
Hidden in them stops do lurk,
And I see the Master's hand.
Richly waxed the Ice-tubes stand,
Hidden in them stops do lurk,
And I see the Master's hand.
Swift his fingers strike the keys,
Glittering all with rings of light,
Bubble's break and born with ease,
Sparkle constant, swift and bright.
Glittering all with rings of light,
Bubble's break and born with ease,
Sparkle constant, swift and bright.
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Now upon the rocks, the roar
Of the Streamlet beats the bass,
Deeply murmuring through the floor
Of sparse snow and frozen grass.
Of the Streamlet beats the bass,
Deeply murmuring through the floor
Of sparse snow and frozen grass.
Red as ruby wine the hue
Of the running Brook that brings,
Through the Ice-ravine this true
Music for the native kings.
Of the running Brook that brings,
Through the Ice-ravine this true
Music for the native kings.
Solemn stands the Ash-tree near,
Not one leaf upon his crown,
Still the Barberry, still the clear
Landscape of the meadows down.
Not one leaf upon his crown,
Still the Barberry, still the clear
Landscape of the meadows down.
Thus they listen every day,
Wind may roar and rain may run,
Clear or dull the Streamlet's play
Sounds that music, All in One.
Wind may roar and rain may run,
Clear or dull the Streamlet's play
Sounds that music, All in One.
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