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ON LING HOLME, WINDERMERE.
The rivers feed thee from the valleys round,
And rills from clustering mountains, Windermere;
And in thy wind-stirred waters moves the sound
Of life from all thy sources far or near.
Thy deep low murmurs to the listening ear
Rise in harmonic echoes, and resound
The pattering becks that from the far cliff bound,
The roaring fall, the wind in grasses sere.
And rills from clustering mountains, Windermere;
And in thy wind-stirred waters moves the sound
Of life from all thy sources far or near.
Thy deep low murmurs to the listening ear
Rise in harmonic echoes, and resound
The pattering becks that from the far cliff bound,
The roaring fall, the wind in grasses sere.
Full-memoried lake! I would that this my soul,
Or whatsoe'er in me is truest Me,
Could treasure ev'n as thou the echoes past!
Learning a fuller utterance as years roll,
Tender from tears, yet glad with innocent glee,
And Love, the first tone, lingering to the last!
Or whatsoe'er in me is truest Me,
Could treasure ev'n as thou the echoes past!
Learning a fuller utterance as years roll,
Tender from tears, yet glad with innocent glee,
And Love, the first tone, lingering to the last!
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