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XXII. A RARE DIP.
I've floated on Lochleven, dipped in Tay,And many another stream both great and small,
Dared the white thunder of a waterfall,
And been baptised in many a mill-wheel's spray;
I've drunk the brine in Kristiania bay
And swum almost all up the Sætersdal,
And every bath was ecstasy, but all
Must yield to one rare dip I had to-day.
Oh, pleasantly the Farg's clear waters flashed
Into the rocky pool their liquid song;
With more than Alpheus' haste I stripped, and dashed
Among the music, plunging oft and long;
And not alone my limbs—the music washed
Hate from my heart, and from my memory wrong!
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