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One of a hundred little rills	A
Born in the hills	A
Nourished with dews by the earth and with tears by the sky	B
Sang Who so mighty as I	B
The farther I flow	C
The bigger I grow	C
I who was born but a little rill	D
Now turn the big wheel of the mill	D
Though the surly slave would rather stand still	D
Old and weed hung and grim	E
I am not afraid of him	E
For when I come running and dance on his toes	A
With a creak and a groan the monster goes	A
And turns faster and faster	F
As he learns who is master	F
Round and round	G
Till the corn is ground	G
And the miller smiles as he stands on the bank	H
And knows he has me to thank	H
Then when he swings the fine sacks of flour	F
I feel my power	F
But when the children enjoy their food	I
I know I'm not only great but good	J
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Furthermore sang the brook	K
Who loves the beautiful let him look	K
Garlanding me in shady spots	A
The Forget me nots	A
Are blue as the summer sky	B
Who so lovely as I	B
My King cups of gold	L
Shine from the shade of the alders old	L
Stars of the stream	M
At the water rat's threshold they gleam	M
From below	C
The Frog bit spreads me its blossoms of snow	C
And in masses	A
The Willow herb the flags and the grasses	A
Reeds rushes and sedges	A
Flower and fringe and feather my edges	A
To be beautiful is not amiss	A
But to be loved is more than this	A
And who more sought than I	B
By all that run or swim or crawl or fly	B
Sober shell fish and frivolous gnats	A
Tawny eyed water rats	A
The poet with rippling rhymes so fluent	N
Boys with boats playing truant	N
Cattle wading knee deep for water	F
And the flower plucking parson's daughter	F
Down in my depths dwell creeping things	A
Who rise from my bosom on rainbow wings	A
For too swift for a school boy's prize	A
Hither and thither above me dart the prismatic hued dragon flies	A
At my side the lover lingers	A
And with lack a daisical fingers	A
The Weeping Willow woe begone	C
Strives to stay me as I run on	C
	-
There came an hour	F
When all this beauty and love and power	F
Did seem	M
But a small thing to that Mill Stream	M
And then his cry	B
Was Why oh why	B
Am I thus surrounded	O
With checks and limits and bounded	O
By bank and border	F
To keep me in order	F
Against my will	D
I who was born to be free and unfettered a mountain rill	D
But for these jealous banks the good	J
Of my gracious and fertilizing flood	O
Might spread to the barren highways	A
And fill with Forget me nots countless neglected byways	A
Why should the rough barked Willow for ever lave	P
Her feet in my cooling wave	P
When the tender and beautiful Beech	Q
Faints with midsummer heat in the meadow just out of my reach	Q
Could I but rush with unchecked power	F
The miller might grind a day's corn in an hour	F
And what are the ends	A
Of life but to serve one's friends	A
	-
A day did dawn at last	R
When the spirits of the storm and the blast	R
Breaking the bands of the winter's frost and snow	C
Swept from the mountain source of the stream and flooded the	S
valley below	C
Dams were broken and weirs came down	C
Cottage and mill country and town	C
Shared in the general inundation	C
And the following desolation	C
Then the Mill Stream rose in its might	T
And burst out of bounds to left and to right	T
Rushed to the beautiful Beech	Q
In the meadow far out of reach	Q
But with such torrents the poor tree died	U
Torn up by the roots and laid on its side	U
The cattle swam till they sank	H
Trying to find a bank	H
Never more shall the broken water wheel	V
Grind the corn to make the meal	V
To make the children's bread	W
The miller was dead	W
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When the setting sun	C
Looked to see what the Mill Stream had done	C
In its hour	F
Of unlimited power	F
And what was left when that had passed by	B
Behold the channel was stony and dry	B
In uttermost ruin	C
The Mill Stream had been its own undoing	X
Furthermore it had drowned its friend	Y
This was the end	Y

Juliana Horatia Ewing

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