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It was a mountain stream that with the leap	A
Of its impatient waters had worn out	B
A channel in the rock and wash'd away	C
The earth that had upheld the tall old trees	D
Till it was darken'd with the shadowy arch	E
Of the o'er leaning branches Here and there	F
It loiter'd in a broad and limpid pool	G
That circled round demurely and anon	H
Sprung violently over where the rock	I
Fell suddenly and bore its bubbles on	H
Till they were broken by the hanging moss	J
As anger with a gentle word grows calm	K
In spring time when the snows were coming down	H
And in the flooding of the Autumn rains	L
No foot might enter there but in the hot	M
And thirsty summer when the fountains slept	N
You could go its channel in the shade	O
To the far sources with a brow as cool	G
As in the grotto of the anchorite	O
Here when an idle student have I come	P
And in a hollow of the rock lain down	H
And mus'd until the eventide or read	O
Some fine old Poet till my nook became	Q
A haunt of faery or the busy flow	R
Of water to my spell bewilder'd ear	S
Seem'd like the din of some gay tournament	O
Pleasant have been such hours and tho' the wise	T
Have said that I was indolent and they	C
Who taught me have reprov'd me that I play'd	O
The truant in the leafy month of June	H
I deem it true philosophy in him	U
Whose spirit must be temper'd of the world	O
To loiter with these wayside comforters	V

Nathaniel Parker Willis

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