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[THE STREAMLET]
Still glides the gentle streamlet on,
With shifting current new and strange;
The water that was here is gone,
But those green shadows do not change.
With shifting current new and strange;
The water that was here is gone,
But those green shadows do not change.
Serene, or ruffled by the storm,
On present waves, as on the past,
The mirror'd grove retains its form,
The self-same trees their semblance cast.
On present waves, as on the past,
The mirror'd grove retains its form,
The self-same trees their semblance cast.
The hue each fleeting globule wears,
That drop bequeaths it to the next,
One picture still the surface bears,
To illustrate the murmur'd text.
That drop bequeaths it to the next,
One picture still the surface bears,
To illustrate the murmur'd text.
So, love, however time may flow,
Fresh hours pursuing those that flee,
One constant image still shall show
My tide of life is true to thee!
Fresh hours pursuing those that flee,
One constant image still shall show
My tide of life is true to thee!
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