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[XVIII. Sitting by a meadow brook]
Sitting by a meadow brook,
In the month of June,
Once a short repose I took,
Just at sunny noon.
In the month of June,
Once a short repose I took,
Just at sunny noon.
Blossoms, many-tinted, shone
O'er the meadow far;
But one blossom stood alone,
'Mong them all a star.
O'er the meadow far;
But one blossom stood alone,
'Mong them all a star.
Once it seemed a full-blown rose;
Golden lily then:
Wreaths of snowdrops now unclose;
Blooms the rose again.
Golden lily then:
Wreaths of snowdrops now unclose;
Blooms the rose again.
Who can tell the wondrous flower,—
Flower that reigns alone?
He who beauty's magic power
O'er the heart has known.
Flower that reigns alone?
He who beauty's magic power
O'er the heart has known.
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