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THE BRIDGE AND THE BROOK.
HE casts his arms around her,
But ever finds her gone;
The love-span hath not bound her,
And still the brook runs on.
But ever finds her gone;
The love-span hath not bound her,
And still the brook runs on.
‘Fair Sun! be thou, my dearest!’
She rose, his love to gain,
In dreamy, misty beauty,
But sunk in storm and rain.
She rose, his love to gain,
In dreamy, misty beauty,
But sunk in storm and rain.
Leave not for one above thee
Another tried for years:
A few brief hours he'll love thee,
Then cast thee back in tears.
Another tried for years:
A few brief hours he'll love thee,
Then cast thee back in tears.
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