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SWEET streamlet bason! at thy side Weary and faint within me cried My longing heart,—In such pure deep How sweet it were to sit and sleep; To feel each passage from without Close up,—above me and about, Those circling waters crystal clear, That calm impervious atmosphere! There on thy pearly pavement pure, To lean, and feel myself secure, Or through the dim-lit inter-space, Afar at whiles upgazing trace The dimpling bubbles dance around Upon thy smooth exterior face; Or idly list the dreamy sound Of ripples lightly flung, above That home, of peace, if not of love. |